i love Malta
after a good dinner
thrown together.
dripping lemon chicken
and green vegetables
and of course spoon after spoon of
creamy potatoes.
with cheery friends around the bar stools
talking in tangy island lingo
i love the feeling
that your not alone
when the dishes are piled to the side
and the company is gone.
sitting satisfied
in a room with fresh laundry
laying 'round.
books and papers have found their own
home.
i sit in this room
of potential
not ready just yet
to act..
but hope is already a fire
sparked
its burning now soft.
every where i look..
among the tossed cloths and
unopened books.
i am basking
in this glow.
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