A something of comfort

Come, take a seat.

You don’t need to say a word.

I’ll do the talking.

Or I won’t.

Never know what’s in my head,

so full of wonder and mess.

But please, sit.

Weathered with time

This thing has history.

Or maybe it doesn’t.

Appearances can be deceiving.

I like it, though.

The rustic nature beckons…

What exactly…

a something of comfort

I guess.

And right now

that could be enough,

as we sit

and you let me ramble,

and drink settles in.

Paula Antonello, Prose. Copyright: Thursday, March 21, 2019.

Image: Rustic Something by P. Antonello.

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