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Anne Armand
Through tattered panels
Swirls and embroidered zinnia
Overlay pine bows
Sunlight filtered through
Linen mesh
Swipes my desk
From my window
A cloudless sky appears etched
Lawn mottled, shadows altered.
Light softened.
Brilliant colors of fall
Now dappled by
Veils of sun bleached ochre.
From my window
Through intricate ornamental webs,
The world is dreamy and pliable
In my dotage I will live in one room
With a hardy fern in a wicker stand
Bone china teacups, friendly old books
A crystal wine decanter on simple shelf
Are all that I require.
There too, I shall demand tattered panels
For my windows
I wish to see patterns
Of billowing lace
Dance upon my floor
When my old feet cannot. |