from a town named Mountain
View......................The odor of
marinara,
fresh basil from the garden
.........made the way her mother had made
it,
slowly frying green peppers........lingered around the stove.
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..................
that moment when........
in the freezer for a while ..............
a little tight at the waist.................
The daily in and out flow.....
somewhere on route 49............
hot water slowly.........
the smell of green grass......
warm stones by the river..................
a red front door................
under the eves of the porch........................
in song and story.......
and then I'd wish for...................
inside, the text was black.......................
making love......................
a black and white document..........
hand carved napkin rings.........................
we call our own......................
mustard colored cotton...............
a glass of champagne..............................
along the stream for several