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Simplicity

I’m craving it lately

I’d like everyday to be jeans and flip flops

You know those awful brown ones I’ve had forever?

I’ll buy 7 white v-neck t shirts from Target

Fine… one red for days I’m feeling a little festive.

I want to wake up every morning and sit in the same quiet, with the same cup of coffee.

I’ll take a walk and then a shower, then dress out in my new uniform.

Sure, I’ll fix my hair a little, put on that same tiny smudge of make-up.

And then I’ll work if I must, but could it be at something I like?

Maybe I could cook for the homeless or teach preschoolers how to read.

I’d take my dog for a walk in the afternoon if my days were calm like this.

His excitement wouldn’t irritate me if my life were more simple.

At 4 o’clock I’d sit down to read for an hour.

You laugh because I never read,

But in this life, I would.

When I set the book down,

I'd pour myself a glass of wine

And I'd start to cook. If this were my life I would cook. Every night I would cook. Real food. Sexy food. Food that feeds the soul.

I suppose if I am planning the perfect day over and over

This is about the time my love would appear.

I’d pour another glass of wine

Maybe he would sip whiskey.

Some days we would sit at the table and talk for hours.

But maybe some we would just enjoy the silence of each other’s company,

And the warmth of being together.

Of course most nights there would be things to do. Clothes to wash or bills to pay.

But in the end we would find our way to each other.

Sometimes by the fire on the couch, others in the bed.

Yet again the energy would take different forms on different days,

Just as with the talking,

But still we would always come together, there would always be passion.

And in the morning I would wake up, sit in the same place with my coffee

But I like the idea of coffee for two.