when it’s early Summer,

standing on the long dusty boards

on the front porch floor;

my bare toes warm in a hollow

of sunny painted wood;

I watch the

cat on her back on the sidewalk, and the

neighbor lady in her garden across the street.

I count the cars

and rock slowly in the wicker rocking chair

on the porch.

Very sleepy lazy town

and warm summer days.

by Cher Bibler