5 modest meyer lemons, grown on the windowsill
under the din of heavy construction.
i don't know how they did it.
xo
two queen sized flat sheets, flapping horizontally
in the heat-induced ridge wind.
black-eyed-susans,
july haze,
and the green mountains
of vermont.
sanctuary.
respite...
ReplyDeletebeing alive
ReplyDeleteI did smile at your washing blowing in the wind. Some days are just like that.
ReplyDeleteYou are living the dream.
ReplyDeletePerfection.
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