she strings a set of Edison
bulbs
that burn
bright across her long white
deck.
party lights
above the blue couches,
the grill,
the chairs.
it's a fine place to be
on any given summer night.
the trees,
the breeze, a drink in
hand
and her sweet life beside
you. the stars are out.
the night is young.
you smile and sigh, this
is what life should be
all about.
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