An Old Brown Leather Couch

Nobody’s home
They’ve all gone someplace
the Philippines
Bakersfield
Fresno
work

Even Tobi and Spencer are gone
no salt and pepper dogs
clamoring for attention
I finish my last load of laundry
then listen to the dryer spinning

I have my
books
cerebral reflections
journal
a momentary hummingbird visitor
the cell phone that hasn’t rung
since 11:30 this morning

I’m in the midst of a cool, green space
in this back yard
a yard full of assorted plants
wind ruffles the young avocado tree
in front of the concrete block wall
the palm trees are silhouetted
against a cloud-free Hollywood sky
I am not alone

I’ve escaped the confines of my apartment
I’m in a peaceful solitude
The drowsiness of relaxation
stops time stop as I sit
on an old brown leather couch

April 30, 2011

05/01/2011

Author's Note: The first poem I wrote today while doing laundry and sitting in my landlord's backyard. Ok, it's not really philosophy, more like reflections.

Posted on 05/01/2011
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