Solos

She sits on the swing, 
faces the forest and feels.
Sun, shade, smiles, sighs, soul.

…

Swinging, snuggled, hugged,
read history, new stories
in the old hammock.

Drinking tea outside.
Witness to the starry sky.
Forest as background.

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Walking the wet woods,
mating calls surrounding her.
She steps single file.

Monday, still morning.
Will not read the news today.
She has special plans.

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Soup supper tonight.
Water, rice, onions, salt, bread.
Enough for today.

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She waited for love,
dressed the salad and herself.
Hesitant, hopeful.

Sewed purple curtains,
tablecloth, pillows, a quilt.
Piece by piece, by hand.

She sewed her outfit,
stitch by stitch by stitch by stitch.
Love saw her naked.

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She opened the door.
And right there, surprisingly, 
she found joy, disguised.

Abracadabra!
As if conjured by magic,
right here, just in time.