there is a home inside my head. walls lined with dogwood and dahlia. every entryway hangs hawthorn and stands eucalyptus; i am greeted sweetly. encouraged to sleep, to eat, to bloom freely. cardinal birds visit my window sills cats eye in their beds beneath. while dogs play among themselves in fields of wheat and daisies. accents of Queen Anne's Lace complement the trillium of this place. not a declaration, but a daily devotion; place of worship. like the alyssum— a self-seeding, angelic bellflower at the end of canterbury way. under the feverfew of the sun i sip persimmon tea, on a sofa bed made of olive trees. i read my book of sage, i breathe easy. a sign that i am home, inside my head.
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