PORCH.

Red sneakers, white t-shirt,
an old pair of jeans,
doubles zoom past
so that I barely see
he sun off their bikes;
nearly miss all their laughter.
I know who will win
and I know what she’s after.
The little girl screams
as she crosses the line,
she pumps her fists in the air
as he screams, “one more time!”

My distraction, one of many,
on this beautiful day.
With the sun out and shining,
everyone’s out to play.
The green grass in front of me
is growing too tall
but I’m too lazy to mow it
as it creeps into Fall.

My tabby cat rests lazily
soaking up the late summer sun
and a small dog barks loudly
while out for a run.
The sky is too blue
for a simple afternoon
the neighbors grin and wave
knowing too soon
the weather will freeze
locking us inside
so just for a while longer
we’ll enjoy the ride.

Today it feels perfect,
and for as long as I may,
out here on my front porch
is where I will stay.

[9.22.2009]