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I like her best as she sits in the sunny window
hair disheveled and one knee up on her chair
absently eating toast, sipping coffee, oblivious
to me and everything else around her as she
writes with her pen, while I mix up some
baked item, maybe using the peaches ripening on the counter
the music low, crackling out from the speakers,
one of my old records, the sound rich in the bright room
her glow heats up the mountain ridge…
This never went anywhere, but it was a start, and kind of sexy and romantic, and well, so me.
Kate
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