Sometimes
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
Gypsy Hollow Review 