Lazy Day
We are on our porch
in the morning
in the canvas chairs,
drawing in the sunlight,
dreaming.
Hazily lazing over the
wooden floorboards
bleached and weathered
by the sun over time.
And he and I are
having coffee, talking,
gawking at nature and
the people walking up
and down the street.
Our legs stretched out before us,
the garden on our porch: a forest.
Time.....drags.....by like a steamboat
on a river...
Birds on the rail
flick their beaks and tails,
Morning Glories galore
climb the wood
near our door.
It's Summer, we love it.
It's what we wait
all year for.
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