Polo shirts hanging from the mezzanine
splitting the view of the garden
entertaining the idea
that if I could have played
on the grand piano
I would have been quite happy
to live in this love cave
full of life.
Only I feel privileged
to take part of this notion
having seen one not unlike this
on the other side of the world
a saner one but not as content.
A mirror of sorts and not.
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