I admit that I like velvet
the upholstery kind
Yes I enjoy anything tacked down and
frayed or
piped in honey-colored wood
Not perfect but inviting
And I also like homesteads
especially if they are rising in the fog
looking like a distant wish
Because I was surely a front pasture at one time
Yes I must have been a local soul who
drank from streams long ago
In truth of all the things I like the most
hair looped back is the best of sheens
the kind that’s like a chestnut horse
Or how autumns come to always be
in tucked blankets
But back on earth…
Of everything I always love
frost lit windows are closest
to the twig
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