Garden to my left, colors so bright the snapdragons and sweet peas nod their watercolored heads in the morning's silken light chutney-colored wall leading to my door shoes neatly stacked with toys in baskets upon the concrete-patterned floor plants align the window sill, marking the flipside to my kitchen reminding me of wafting tastes in the form of stir-fry or juicy chicken to the right a pumpkin-spiced ball of fur my Ginger nestled tight body rising and falling in deep slumber's purr his springtime pillow puffed just right The laughter I hear fills my ears and heart as children, (mine, too)….play and I sit with my legs upon the Tupperware chair and contemplate the day Between my palms Turkish coffee entices with its delicious steam and here come the thought police to interrupt my desert dream
Back off *******, I'm not going to jail.
My first writing prompt poem! NaPro WriMo 2016: to closely describe a place and end it with an abstact line that seemingly has nothing to do with the poem: or does it? ;) ;)