Saturday, July 17, 2021

a summer night

sitting on the back porch,

i dial nine numbers, 
but don't
push on the last one.

it's a close call.

relieved, i put my phone away.
i turn it off

and go back to my book.
two drinks

on a beautiful summer night
with a slight
breeze,

will make you
do crazy things, almost.

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