high backed chairs on a smooth stone floor
simple wooden table with turned legs / fading yellow paint
beyond the porch / shining in the evening light
budding green against canyon walls
the little sparrow singing 'non je ne regrette rien'
laundry ... lifting and falling // lifting and falling
The photograph is mine.
Beautiful, Teresa. Love to hear you read it.
ReplyDeleteJeff, What a nice surprise ... yes, it was a magical evening. Worth a poem, that's for certain...
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