I can watch the sun going down from the patio.
It's the only time of day you can see it from here.
There's barefooted porchy folks catchin' up on their sittin'.
Too tired to rock against the grain,
So they rock with it.
I can see smoke from the little kitchen windows following the sun to the horizon
And there it is...
Just sittng,
Pooching it's cheeks out,
Holding it's breath,
Trying not to leave this pretty world I live in....
Hondo Crouch
Friday, June 7, 2013
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