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Sunday, February 15, 2015

In my lover's house



In my lover’s house
By 
Julia Nadon

In my lover’s house
Every wall stands at an angle
Ready to sway to the beat of
His drum
The air smells of Irish Spring
Mixed with basil
And thyme
And again
It welcomes me to another tryst
Preceded by literary talk
Debates over blues’ masters
Or Scottish airs
Bread and olives
And a bottle of Chianti
Consumed on the dock
Under the setting sun
Followed by a slow
Teasing walk
Back up the hill


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