cold wind blows in.
strange,
so deep in summer
to feel
the hand
of a cool breeze
down
shirt
up sleeve.
could the sky be any
bluer.
i don't think so.
i'll drink it in, before
going in
for the night.
the porch is home
as i sit here
to admire the trees
dancing
with delight.
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