157–Where I Live

i dream sometimes of having
our own place of things familiar
to me displayed on walls and in
cupboards such trivial desires
smallness when my home is
decorated with stars and love
songs morning birds wake me
talking of our mutual lover
seeds turn to wonder in barely
workable soil and the plum
we planted this year is full
of white fragrant blossoms
there is only this place when
my tiny being expands
this is a palace where i
live with you

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