It’s complicated, really, but so much is defined by the presence of a garage. Here is a stand-alone, connected by a breezeway, single-car with storage;
Imitate Nature, the guru said, observe and learn. Geese, I notice, are loud, messy, and communal. Move slowly without shame, protest likewise. Not sure I
Public displays seldom tell-all, Vanity figures performance called for – a ruse to make the hordes pander. Clearly fault lies with us, audience fuelling rhetoric, lapping up the hate.
She sits with me at breakfast, follows me to the park, hovers on the drive home, celebrates when I lie down, snuggles in with warming
She’s not in the kitchen presiding over preparations, thriving amidst the chatter, tutting away thieving fingers. She’s not in the classroom, mastering subjects, upholding order,
Idleness fills his hours as if time knows no limits I devour moments, afraid tomorrow will forget me we see-saw between treacherous righteousness and fusty