my favorite place
by t.a. faust
old flowing glass spot
refracting the bay below
a seaside vista
musty brown armchair
worn soft by a thousand butts
creaking with its age
a towering king
standing opposed by his twin
dark army of wood
piping hot teapot
serene, sanguine, ceramic
pourable pleasure
on plain wooden shelves
the browning paperback books
patiently waiting
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