Carpet says to stay warm across the turf of ideas,
lacking the knowledge of inside, the turn of phrase - the reminders to breath, to stay focused with b0undaries strewn across the ottoman. It takes yards of flavors to making touching palatable, to bring us to where islands meet sky, where to knew palaces dwell with discussion, announcing guests as they descend the steps, bannisters waiting. But no bannisters, just coffee, mugs hot with talk, discussing who knows the next day, who knew the dire circumstances would have brought us, diagonally opposed to looks to say we are so different, try not to misunderstand my point, and do the same likewise. They the next time will be a comfort to lounge in socks and dogs and cats, grasping for attention, yet surrounded by humankind, the kind that drive great distances for a mere definition of alma and mater - not fater or even father. It's going to look brand new after we clean this rug of tensile steel, to protect from errant arrows, attempting to make do only with carpet, no wood veneer or shellac of any kind that brings out stains, or the wood grain. Let's discuss it later. © 2015 Larry Ingram
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