A genuine dream
to live in a house near the mountains
where the sheets can blow
gently on the washing line like this.
Chimney smoke
could rise like a feathered wisp
curling its way
up to the waiting night stars
that would blink like
diamonds for you and me.
The porch will have a swing
and we will sit together
content with life and each other
and the world.
Love, yes love;
will
rest
softly
on
our shoulders
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Pretty misty stars