let's chat, laugh, cry
bide awhile
excuse the dust, some clutter
and tell me about you
come in,
let's have a frothy cappuccino
in chipped mugs
let's sit at the kitchen table
with memories etched in its surface
come in,
let's enjoy this moment
of sharing
I cannot offer anything perfect ...
just me as I am
*from the files of very bad poetry by bia
front door
Spring 2018
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