in purple curls
of unparalleled clouds,
pine trees of a
my front door.
these things have
come and gone.
truth is we have
the same world.
I was doing good until I heard the “chimes at the front door”. Chester, you got me again. Lovely.
Thanks Denise. Sometimes the things we write impress other readers. I’m glad that sometimes I get your attention with the poems that I write 🙂
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