|blue silk pajamas
soft leather boots
my watercolor box
a crystal vase for paper flowers
a brass watering can to be sure they grow
just small enough to fit into the picture
captioned "gardener's dream"
a red umbrella for reading in the garden
while the mist falls like rain
a hurricane lamp in case thunder strikes
a glass of iced tea, for sipping
a fat Havana, for meditative puffing
a book to note the night's dreams, for remembering--
awakening at six
sunlight pouring in, curtains forgotten
the night's thoughts stare at me
dreamlike, I always forget their creation
a curious blend
blue silk has become so ordinary
I hate cigar smoke!
27 april, 2006
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