I used to know a place
along our property line
where grape vines curled
overhead in a tube
like a wave break.
The space had size enough
for a few kids secluded,
carpeted with pine needles.
It was a comfortable hideout
when necessary.
This has become my only
measure of good real estate,
small, soft, fresh smelling,
and few unwanted guests.
I learned it at 8 years old.
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