Humid sunny day;
Leaves are shaking in the breeze;
Weeds twisting on porch.
Leaves are shaking in the breeze;
Weeds twisting on porch.
Thousand shades of green,
Lit up in the morning sun;
Everything's subdued.
Lit up in the morning sun;
Everything's subdued.
My porch top garden,
Not planned, tended by me,
Blossoms mightily.
Not planned, tended by me,
Blossoms mightily.
Pulled up by the shade
Of the giant maple tree,
Girl swings to the sky.
Of the giant maple tree,
Girl swings to the sky.
Three young girls talking,
Each speaking with her body;
Posing her statement.
Each speaking with her body;
Posing her statement.
The sun is hiding;
Dead tree limb lies on the road;
There's only silence.
Dead tree limb lies on the road;
There's only silence.
Cool, soft breath of wind
Plays across my sweaty brow:
Air conditioning!
Plays across my sweaty brow:
Air conditioning!
Last poem in this book;
It's my twenty-third notebook.
On to twenty-fourth!
It's my twenty-third notebook.
On to twenty-fourth!
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