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( votes)Near A Creek Among The Cotton Trees
written by: Nisha Raviprasad
@NishaRaviprasad
Near a creek among the cotton trees
I dream of a home made of wood
whereupon the rooftop would fall like snow
soft cotton balls and twigs to toast marshmallows
over the stones rugged but smooth
each night I shall hear the waters play a tune
a tune that makes the chimney huff and puff
one that silences the chatter inside my bones
to a stray puppy that has come to stay
and kitten that mews for more
I shall recite poems of Walt Whitman and Mary Oliver
for they are all I know
when the morn rays slice through the clean panes of glass
rousing me up from my drunken slumber
I shall wander through the greens and wash my face clean
as though there lies never a tomorrow or a moment next
I shall drive out to the brewing work
and come home into the web of cuddled loneliness
I have weaved for myself.
Nisha Raviprasad
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