my little shed

my little shed shimmers in the morning sun
it's ravaged brown shaker tiles
are colored temporarily beige and dark earth tones by early morning dampness
it's tight tar roof side patch job, glistens like tiny diamonds, reflecting the suns early morning dew
it stands there always ready
for help, shelter, solace and solitude
my little shed
somehow it sits there knowing, unobtrusive, and ready willing and able when I am
my little shed

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