Olive oil
Dipped bread
And
Those large tubs
Where you can soak
Without any bit of you
Above water
Are what I consider
The heights of luxury
The taste of seasoned olive oil
Being soaked in french bread
On golden afternoons
With all the windows open
To breathe that fresh air
Olive oil dipped bread
Is my favorite luxury
With rose petal baths
Where I can soak all my worries away
In second
Both of them
Are my escapisms
I can transcend this town
This state
I can leave
With the taste of
Olive oil dipped bread
Or with the warmth
Of the bath water
And the scents of roses
Being surrounded in candle light
As classical music
Fills my eardrums
Here
I can feel my anxieties
Leave me
Permanently
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
