Tuesday, August 14, 2012

t h e n i g h t

i sit on the porch late into the night with him
strumming the guitar and sipping drinks.
feeling desperate to capture the moment
it’s dark. it’s late. no lights.

i want to capture it.
the shadows. the darkness.
miss june on the steps keeping watch.
the stillness. the crickets.

i want to freeze these reminders
that life is quiet.
life is good.
life is ours.

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