Homestead Security
The Flaneur walks on very familiar grounds,
Energized on very familiar coffee,
an exquisite blend of girl scout cookies and OG Sour
opens up my loft space
September flowers
their subtle colors
Beauty moves in the breeze
Tea rose of late summer
The old garden gate
singing slowly in the wind
Old garden chairs
tumble through obsolescence,
Set aside for the bonfire of the wicker man
Glad to see the wooly clouds
on yon hillside
ever thusness so implied
Under the timeless Elmwood trees
2 September 2015
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