come into my parlor
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
Come into my parlor
I will slice red apples for snacking,
pour chilled white wine for sipping,
play soft music for relaxing,
wrap you in the favorite warmed blanket
and discuss your interested topics for nearly one hour.
Come into my parlor
I will keep my back 90 degrees divan,
feet and hands on the floor
smile at polite conversation,
scrape your windshield in snow storms,
and wave from second floor windows when hobbled with aging
when it's time to depart.
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