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when she came out onto the porched and stepped barefoot onto the grassy yard it was like she was entering a cathedral....

he liked that......

she lifted her head and scented the air and he reflexively did so as well...eventually he knew it was Autumn she was trying to find to inhale ....

he liked that.......

in the morning she would come out at 5AM......carrying a cup of coffee and a book....she hadn't seemed to have brought much with her.....and she'd sit and sip and read....and put her hand to her eyes against the rising sun....and for some reason she broke out in smiles and sometimes laughed....he didn't know why but.......

he liked that.....

she ran her hands through her hair....and curled the ends around her fingers....sometimes she brushed her hair on the porch....slow long strokes ...the kind women do when they long to have a special someone do it for them.....

he liked that....

and then at the end of the brushing when she'd grabbed it and twirled it up to place a tortoise shell comb in.....her breasts would rise and push hard against the top buttons of her blouse....seeking release....

he liked that.......

in the evening he thought about the red claw foot tub that was in the house....and how she would slip in to bathe there.....slippery in soapy water and foam.....

he like that image in his mind........

and her sihlouette in the bedroom window....before she got into bed.......

when she failed to draw the shades....he'd continue to think about her......and fall into fitful dreams....about the newcomer who had moved in....

and he liked that.......

Comments

Ruth Newell Aug. 21, 2011 @ 10:19 a.m.

Lovely, Nan. Seems different from your other poems.

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nan shartel Aug. 21, 2011 @ 10:49 a.m.

it is...it's poetic prose...not a poem at all...thx Roody ;-D

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nan shartel Aug. 22, 2011 @ 12:50 p.m.

but it is about a particular farmhouse in Oregon i know very well

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nan shartel Aug. 22, 2011 @ 1:31 p.m.

i put a picture of the farmhouse up Quill....isn't it a quaint beauty ;-D

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quillpena Aug. 23, 2011 @ 1:27 a.m.

It's easy to imagine growing old there.

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nan shartel Aug. 23, 2011 @ 10:21 a.m.

it's where i wanted to grow old Quill...but my husband's health needs precluded that :(

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quillpena Aug. 23, 2011 @ 12:15 p.m.

I'm sorry to hear that, nan. I hope it's not something insurmountable and that he and you can overcome it. Best wishes to you and your hubby.

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nan shartel Aug. 23, 2011 @ 1:31 p.m.

i'm afraid not dear...and thx so much 4 ur kindness

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nan shartel Aug. 25, 2011 @ 11:44 a.m.

hey cookie...i'm so totally glad to see u back!!!

i was't gettin' worried...thought maybe ur uterus might have gotten even more radical!!! ;-D

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nan shartel Sept. 4, 2011 @ 7:47 p.m.

u can't trust those radical uterus's as far as u can throw them Roody

however i'm not advocating throwing them

hahahahahahahaha

u won't like that...

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