LOG CABIN

I will live here with Amanda.
She will help me install the green slat roof. We will have a horse hair broom. We will worry about drafts through the cool summers. It will blow her dish water blond hair away from her face. She will be calm. I will live forever. She will love forever. Through the back yard I see the chickens, the pigs, the horses, the hens... next to my log cabin home we will grow an immense oak... in the fall when I'm calm it will rain down yellow, orange, red, brown vieny leaves... on the stoop, on the dirt floor. Amanda will sigh, and wipe dirt across her brow, flushed from the fire, a stand of loose hair falling across her face...