Monet blue walls
And mauve doorways
Erased the unease
Of our first visit
To the stout, negro woman’s home
The house, aged, dignified
Browning biscuits perfume rooms
Wafting through ancient furnishing with musty scent
Invoking us to breath secure within
Monet blue walls
Sunday, November 25, 2007
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