from a town named Mountain View......................She poured hot water slowly
fresh basil from the garden ............over the French roast coffee in the paper filter
slowly frying green peppers........until the whole house smelled of black rich coffee.
.................. with interwining memories......... that moment when........ in the freezer for a while .............. a little tight at the waist................. The daily in and out flow..... somewhere on route 49............ the smell of green grass...... warm stones by the river.................. a red front door................ under the eves of the porch........................ in song and story....... and then I'd wish for................... inside, the text was black....................... hot water slowly......... making love...................... a black and white document.......... hand carved napkin rings......................... we call our own...................... mustard colored cotton............... a glass of champagne.............................. along the stream for several

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