quiet
just the sound of ceiling fans
moving cool air over
sweat and skin,
reminds me of summer naps
at Mamaw's house.
eyes
heavy with heat
trace the creased bindings
of old paperback novels.
idle breaths
breathe in the smell of old things
and dust
and tiny tin cans of snuff.
quiet
just the sound of sleep
weighing lifeless upon me
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That really is beautiful, nostalgic, sad and wonderful!
ReplyDeleteRe: the typewriter, I bought mine from a lady for $50 who got two of them from an estate sale. It was never used before, no sticky keys, perfect condition, I just bought new ribbon online. I named her Robin because she is robin's egg blue :~)