what’s it like to live
in the lavender house
flowers, only shades of purple, grow in the yard
the architecture, cute and gingerbread like
quaint on a street with magnificent grandiosity
I would choose you
        labor in your garden
        read by your window
       cherish you as a treasure
I have asked God for a similarity
        there’s a blue a street over I adore as well
        a pink in close proximity
out of reach and today not possible
so I admire as I walk
noticing the colors most of all