Crepuscular Cocoon

Love poem for my cozy home life.

in the west side cocoon

burning midnight oil

savoring morning tea

we study the botany of wisdom

no news no radio

our self-worship is going great

just three city dogs

becoming teenaged again

while growing up, old, and strong

happy peaceful women

television dinners and long life

vitamins and echographies

minor din of crepuscula

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