FRONT PORCH

In the presence of magnolias

in full bloom

as silver fingers of moss

sway warm with summer,

voices exchange hearts

under the light

of a talking moon.

Clouds have long folded into

nothingness.

Soft aromas flood the thoughts.

A coolness settles on the skin.

The upside of bats turn angles

into artwork.

A fine dew sugars the grass.

A song nearby brushes the air

with rhythm.

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