These are a few of my favorite things…

Ideal

We dream in Ideals

Platonic Constants, never real

Vague and faceless always

Evoking Emotion

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Dinner cooked and wine drank

The teapot is on

Subdued sight in holiday light

Gentle sounds, vinyl jazz night

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They, he and she, exhaling smoke

And laughter

Big wooly hugs and smiles

Saying more than any words could

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Across backyards, fences and electric lines

A woman in a window sees

This couple sharing, sharing, sharing

And is confused

Seeing for real

The Ideal