Warm, breezy.
Cool on my skin.
Sunlit. bright.
Quiet, natural, sounds.
High contrast colors,
Eyes relax.
Clear air, breathed easily.
Mind disengages.
Curtains flutter.
A screen door squeeks open, slams, and clatters to a close.
Children. Voices at a distance.
Laughter. Shouting.
Written at a meeting last week.
somehow the apostrophe turned into ' so upon cursory glance your title was:where 39 is my happy placeI'm going to pretend that is in fact the title. 🙂
Reading between the lines, and basing it on your 2 meeting-written poems, I\’m going to say that your meetings sound so productive and enriching that perhaps there should be another name for them. Meatings? boucheries chevalines? Cirque?
great escape? minivacaspurs?