La Veranda

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.

veranda

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