Afternoon Poem, August 11, 2015

 

 

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Afternoon Fantasy

The last breath of the afternoon

Breezes in to evening

The dark that settles

On the cool

Is gathering, not leaving.

The boys that sit beneath the tree

Throw round about the fire

In jeans and shirts of gabardene

Singing “Take Me Higher.”

The girls are all in dresses fair

Not worried with the weather

They talk and laugh in one accord

All on the porch together.

The older folks have stayed inside

To put away the dishes

They gaze with longing on the scene

And fill the air with wishes.

 

Copyright 2015

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