Tuesday, August 16, 2011

At Four in the Afternoon, After the Rain

At four in the afternoon
After the rain
Comes the blessing of sweet summer wind
Rays of sun shimmying between branches
A solitary white chair declares the greenness of the grass;
It is a soundstage for the songs of innumerable birds
The nearby woods a velvet curtain
I sit on my summer porch
Eating two peaches and a plum
Their tart juice surprised my tongue
Words of praise dance on my lips

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