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06/16/12 - (2)
Tree-House Freedom
Instead of setting off, in our rented green fiberglass canoe, We acquiesce to the fast-gathering patches of black sky, Which is suggesting we reconsider, postpone our inaugural launch.
Before we can stow our paddles, reach the cabin's kitchen-deck door, A swarming rainstorm transforms the lake into a forest floor Splotched with persistent dripping from invisible cloud-leaves.
Indoors, dry, warm, ensconced in the living-room's oversize sofa, Both of us absorbed in reading stories unfolding before our imaginations, We're kids again, spending an endless afternoon in a tree house,
Giving make-believe the freedom it needs to transport our psyches To the farthest ramparts of our loving hearts' inner peace, We two knowing, soul-deep, that our fantasy is too real to leave us.
06/16/12 - (2)
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