sitting on the porch
our dog
asleep
at my feet
the sun leaves the longest shadow from the house
an afternoon is in the trees as
they chatter of a day of doing this and that
and acquiesce against one anothers mischief
—
flavours of a garlic salad linger
the guitar rests
the book stays shut
the beer subsides to its last foam
a walk to the fridge for another
will happen sooner
or later
there’s no telling how long a stillness will take
MChallis © 2009
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