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In
written by Orelinde06:20 AM 2/10/05Booted feet hopped,
skipped; danced in.
Their toes were a bit
marred from sport,
but they hopped and
skipped and danced
nonetheless.
In smelled of candles
and incense. Chinese
dragon kites hung on
fish wire from the ceiling
They intimidate and
emanate great beauty.
Celtic knots sit under
glass, waiting to be
bought. I know what
some of them mean.
Love, Friendship,
and perhaps Hope.
In smells of lavender Love,
vanilla Friendship, and
juniper Hope.
In - the little store on the
promenade. In, a place
of wonder, and smell,
and feel.
In, ought to be home. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
This is about a store I once went into in Santa Monica. I tried to give you an example of all the senses. I suppose I should have used touch, but oh well.
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