Sipping cider on the Saturday porch
while the bubbles and dust moats dogfight among the leaves.
Paradise,
with a breeze.
Catching zees while the sounds of traffic and children,
water gun arsenals at the ready,
**** up and down the street;
the sing song sounds of birds as the flit to meet
on the cables and branches high above.
Paradise,
the only way to ease
into the languid living
of a hot weekend.
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 1:59 PM UTC
Sipping cider on the Saturday porch
while the bubbles and dust moats dogfight among the leaves.
Paradise,
with a breeze.
Catching zees while the sounds of traffic and children,
water gun arsenals at the ready,
**** up and down the street;
the sing song sounds of birds as the flit to meet
on the cables and branches high above.
Paradise,
the only way to ease
into the languid living
of a hot weekend.
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