Coming back from getting the mail,
I sit on the porch steps, drinking
coffee, reading comics, and the late
summer's light and the nostalgic
reading together resurrect shades,
end the desolate silence, raise up
fallen trees and lost, loved people,
pets dead and buried in years,
from this graveyard time
makes of us.
21.08.2024
Poem Poems Poetry Verse
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