and our hearts, pulling us in
like a magical spell upon first glance.
Our first apartment together
as a young, married couple.
My dream of living in vintage
architecture soon a reality.
A fine structure of old world skill
and dark, bewitching wood;
a forest transformed into a home
with wooden floors that creaked,
oversized windows that looked out
upon a fire station with circular
apartments to the left. We were
downtowners; street noise was the norm.
The bathroom became a refuge
with its claw foot tub and pedestal
sink. It was all so charming and rare.
We slept on a futon the first two years;
not once did we yearn for a bed.
After all, we had each other for comfort;
A fairy tale to relive each day.
* This poem can be found in my chapbook Cherry Blossom Days, available on Amazon.com.
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