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Cabin

The Little Things

By Lorre BlackPublished 4 years ago 1 min read
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Cabin

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

nature poetry
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About the Creator

Lorre Black

Writer who recently discovered her well of creativity is infinite.

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