Little Poem Series: Fabric Softener
Her eyes are sky-tinted
windows of a future where
fireplace chatter and cackles
centuries of family photographs.
Marshmallows are tart
and ready on brittle sticks.
Small feet rattle the china
and hearten the wooden floors.
The oak trees outside
hear our laughter and like
leaves to the wind that holds
your breath still,
your heart is on my
heart like silk on cotton.
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