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| Karen O’Leary |
Long ago, it sported
forest green paint.
Its weathered wood
is drab and dreary.
It’s main floor windows
are bordered up in
a haphazard way.
Unlocked back door…
Entering, the pilgrim
is stunned and silent.
There are leather
furnishings with light
turquoise walls. One
wall displays rich
wallpaper, joining colors
of the room in modern
graphic design. Wow!
The kitchen has stainless
steel appliances with
a welcome sign on table.
Opening the fridge
he finds it fully stocked
as is the pantry. He sets
his backpack on the floor
then grabs a diet coke.
Other welcoming art,
a bathroom and bedroom
round out the first floor.
The loft features two
windows, a quilt of navy
and white and towels are
at the end of the bed.
It has a breezy sea,
d├йcor calling his name.
After a quick shower
he tosses a pasta meal
in the microwave.
What a haven for weary
travelers. He would tidy
things up in the morning
but for tonight he will
rest his weary body,
thankful for this gift.
Thank you for publishing my poem in your quality journal. Wishing you continued success with your writing.
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