You welcomed me in the middle of a city street tucked away among the palms and live oaks As soon as my feet climbed your staircase I was full There was no worry only solace I could have stayed for days weeks perhaps The aqua sea glass chimes danced in the slight winter breeze Your cushions and lamps and pillows and books about architecture encased me like a warm blanket And JackJack the cat nipped at the corners as I wished I could pet him without sneezing A pedestal tub I didn't have time to soak in The doorway as short as the people in 1849 Silk coasters to place the glass of wine at night as I inhaled the smell of antique wood A vintage coffee cup on the veranda filled with the nutty flavor of morning happiness Come and relax the walls and veranda seem to say creativity will abound You are always welcome to leave but you will never want to.
La Veranda
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