bored at work and flipping through my pipeline notes - we had a poetry training and i wrote a poem about chapman
here goes
peeling white paint
off the sides
of my old slanted house.
great flat roofs to climb on
clambering through windows
with dishes
for dinner
sunlight filtered through leaves
flecked on our faces
as we pass around the pasta
merry and content
on our roof top perch
ta da !
i'm so antsy right now !! love love
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