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

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

the rectangles of sun
falling through the porch lattice
onto my shoulders, my neck, the notebook page,
and onto the bluegray painted porch floorboards
not confused lisa says conflicted maybe
but not confused

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

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