Well, its a tiny freezer - that won't fit. Supper, stuffed ourselves with peas. Relegated rest to small plastic bags till freezer was full. Ones left just sat, turned mush in summer heat, since we, so busy, did not notice till next morning bag sagging over counter and drips puddled on tiled floor. Transience in cloth.
Insular clouds drop.
Drops tapping plop. Sad to see pink towel and shift drying wet on the neighbor's laundry tree. Cracks appear in our plaster - and you propose a new coat of paint. Rip up rotten floorboards - then you can dance with no fear of floors collapsing, you can dance without an ankle breaking. But you propose a new coat of paint to cover it up and let everything rot underneath.