Relaxation

when the sun begins to fall and the children are settling down i pour myself a captain and dew grab my poetry bag and notebook slip out the back door cuddle in a lounge chair under the summer stars look up in the sky and picture my thoughts listening to the nights animals and the cars, trucks and motorcycles leaving the bar across the street the laughter of a drunk on the patio having a smoke i myself light a swisher sweet watching my trail filter off into the air leaving all my worries behind then i begin to write that's my relaxation! 6.14.12 karen croft