rectangles of sun

windows down a little bit
sun shining
in the cool august morning as i drive into town
heart and soul by T’pau on the radio
surprising me by sounding
ridiculously good

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another lawn mower
this one off to the west
maybe a little north
but not so loud that i can’t hear
the crickets
the cicadas
the grasshoppers
in the yard around us
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the rectangles of sun
falling through the porch lattice
onto my shoulders, my neck, the notebook page,
and onto the bluegray painted porch floorboards
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not confused lisa says conflicted maybe
but not confused

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the milky way view
out the back trailer door
how we lean out to scoop it in
to our bones, our spirits, our hearts