Places and Things

For warmth,

A red coat,

Woolen, cozy, surprising

White winter with its

Color.

Snowflakes sparkle,

At home on its

Shoulders.

Greet its wearer with glee.

**

Come summer,

A blue heron pair.

A koi pond filled just

For them, they

Think,

Statuesque, ancient.

Fish for their bellies,

Easy

Pickings.

Time to fly on – no challenge means no

Fun.

Cat watches from window,

Two birds she’ll not

Pursue. These are dinosaurs, not prey.

Where are the chickadees, the

Juncos? Just to observe, not

Hunt.

This cat chases only

Toys.

Her feline tonic and

Gin.

**

On the edge of town,

A little shack, painted orange

Sort of like in the Song.

A copper roof, not

Tin.

Weathered, not

Rusted.

Mischief and make out sessions.

Rendezvous,

Real fun.

A little Afternoon Delight, some Dream Weaving,

Lorelei Let’s Live Together, (when we’re older,

and no more Calculus.)

But, Love Hurts sometimes.

Crushes fade.

Love sometimes

Unrequited.

**

Three towns away, a little

Motel.

Also for assignations, couple’s

Getaways. Bigger than the shack.

The Pink Hyacinth.

Cotton candy pink, a cherry red roof.

Twelve rooms all in a

Row.

Free Cable, HBO.

Atmosphere, vintage.

Phones, analog. Though there is

Cell Service if you like. Four bars

If you’re lucky.

And the

Ponderosa Room Bar.

Bigger than the twelve rooms

Together.

People go, but no one admits to

It.

You can tell by the restroom wall

Phone Book.

For a good time, call.

Rome 10 is special, just so you

Know.

The keys to The Love Shack? No. The keys to a storage shed in husband’s and my backyard. 

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