The life by Laurie DuncanLuxury must contain: a bare wood alcove,
undisturbed; a pile of lush, cool pillows
secreted from every other room and choicely
arrayed; a fresh stack of browned paperbacks,
thumbed pages smelling of glue, hot dust, tea;
one (to three) tart-fleshed and ice cold plums
to sweat in the sill; an occasional cat;
in turn (we'll permit) one large, gray-muzzled dog;
motes to play distraction in the midday rays;
music indistinctly mixed with kitchen noise,
laughter or shouts, floating from the stairs;
thick curtains to shield and open on a view
of the summer garden, the pale deer at the wood's
blue edge, the high and dark blooming thunderheads
that bring us each afternoon's storm.
08/05/2012 Author's Note: Postcard project--a little nostalgia for a favorite childhood spot
Posted on 08/05/2012 Copyright © 2025 Laurie Duncan
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