Pine cones, acorns, and old moss
Fill curled birch bark trays on stones
Under buff stone walls. The couch
Is a knapped, dark brown. Tables
And chairs rescued from dumpsters
Run the gamut of beiges
Sun-weathered woods accomplish.
Straw baskets, papery lamps
With eggshell shades or bare bulbs
On cracked oak stands, books, boxes,
All the worn, recycled, dried
Remainders of a forest,
Down to the tan, split-leaf blinds,
Construe my wife's bright office.
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