Open cedar window framing a pretty picture
olive trees swaying in the breeze, smiling up at the sun-
you, among them on a wrought iron chair sipping
red wine from the region. So lovely.
Me behind the window, at my desk-
taking it all in. writing my words in black ink on
yellowed paper. White-our theme, our sheets, your
tank, surrounds us. Cedar-our table, our shelves.
A blue can of sundried tomatoes, half used-
wholly enjoyed. light let in generously by the
sheer drapes. squash grown in our vegetable patch-
a blue vespa stands by it, reminding us of the city.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
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