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