Small Town Interests

I am from silky wisps of eiderdown
against a cobalt blue blanket of glistening glass,
and a floor of soft fingers of green
caressing my bare, calloused heels and ankles
as I speed across the field to the unfinished gazebo.

I am from a mild breeze and
a sun who laughs along with me,
in a place where silence is the
sound of insects playing a game of hide-and-seek,
ready for me to sing along with on my red woolen blanket.

I am from silver dew clinging to webs
created from a day of hard work,
and the circular reflection of a sky
filled with clouds sewn with sapphires
and splashed with purple magenta dye,
as people gather on the diamond
to watch colorful explosions of Independence.

I am from a place where oak trees are actors
on a stage of creamy blue sky,
and I sit on an unfinished porch to smile at every afternoon.

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