for Diane Sebring
She stood on the porch, inviting me to go inside,
But I felt more comfortable out there with her.
It was not a fancy porch with a bench or railings,
Yet from there I could see the living room
Which looked as cozy as her face, smiling
Kindly, with blue eyes, as I told her
How I was too nervous to sit down
Right then. Just in the way she nodded
Told me that she understood me like no one
Ever had since my grandmother.
That house looked so big, but she said no place
Is too big as long as you know someone
There. Now that I know her, maybe I will
Go inside and sit on the couch
Next to the front door where I can still hear
Her voice soothing other newcomers.
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