mimosa trees grow
wild
down Harper's Mill
twisting to Cabin
carpenter bees
dead
grave Her window ledges
buried
layer upon layer
dust and dirt keeping
secrets
as Her sheer curtains blow
lazy
swaying upon the breeze
warm
studio sofa
modern
frames graffiti art
prolific
upon Her crooked wall
papered in flowers mauve
unbecoming
Citizen Cope raps
loud
teasing Hank Jr.
funky
plays with fiddle
twang
colored greens and pinto beans
simmer
my gut churns
hungry
swilling with beer
cold
nectar from stamen
yellow
sates bird humming
spider plant crawling
shades toad
brown
fears hiding
red
under the rug
swept by the bristles of my
buzz
sweat bubbles
plunge
dotting Her deck
splintered
luna moth light
green
kisses Her wood fading
violet
by sun
Rocket on my lap
purrs
wising to
play
protecting secrets we
commune
in the comfort of
Cabin
About the Creator
Lorre Black
Writer who recently discovered her well of creativity is infinite.
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