(porch in Page)
Days like these can never last--
Sprite green willow boughs rain
at the end of the porch, logically
connected to some unseen tree,
but not visually.
Birds chatter.
Plane hums.
Throttle of an ATV.
Marci sings Paolo Nutini
as I paint lattice work
white.
Everything so soft, easy,
like Paolo leaning
over his microphone,
the whole world home
(Jack the cat walking in the garden)
(The entrance gate that I made from scrap wood)
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