On the porch we sit

and watch the wind sweep by

wearing ladies’ dresses and

dancing shoes.

Leaves flutter and bob

as we sit.

The dog sticks her nose under the

porch rail

and the baby chatters and babbles

and wind floats by wearing feathers

and we sit.

A little bear bounces at the baby’s touch,

the dog thumps her tail at the sight

of the neighbor with a shopping cart

and a book falls to the floor as you

drop off to sleep

and wind swarms by in a new hat

and we sit.

by Cher Bibler