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Love Amid the Ruins

Fireblossom Friday: It’s Only A Paper Moon
It’s all about make- believe in the Garden

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Love Amid the Ruins

we like to sit on the front porch
on moonlit nights
the people who lived here – before –
had a swing
but we like the coolness of the cement
we share strawberries from
the the patch that has gone wild
behind the house
there are enough for
chipmunks and birds too
the only music we hear
is made by crickets and frogs
no light pollution streams from
blank windows to dull the stars
we are content, safe
Captain and Tennille got it wrong
there’s nothing like raccoon love

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8 thoughts on “Love Amid the Ruins

  1. I’m assuming there is no such place, given the prompt. I loved the ending. Capt. and Tennille! But wasn’t it Muskrat love? And what exactly is a muskrat? I have no idea.

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  2. Coming back for another read.

    Today, I really like this section:

    “the people who lived here – before –
    had a swing
    but we like the coolness of the cement
    we share strawberries from
    the the patch that has gone wild
    behind the house
    there are enough”

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