A Porch Harboring King and Queens
warmly protected by the Sun Goddess
I sleep in the sun on my couch
on my porch in the middle of God’s country
my dog and cat are snoozing at my feet
pretending they are not friends, butt to butt
we are content, feeling loved
watched over by deities who
argue over who will take the next shift
so well loved we are content
the queen of the porch growls
startling the king and I
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