porch.
half circled by children
tinny banjo uke sound
coffee hot
sunglasses found
fog just lifting
sun just shining
strangers biking past
flowers hiding in buds
birds calling
more birds calling
roosters practicing crows
hens cackling
then house.
dim
cool
airy
swept
ready
good morning, morning.
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Dude, sweet photo…..-and it goes well with the poem :)
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