All shovels, hoes, rakes, groundling spike
wheels of gardening implements stored
away in the shed attached to the garage
facing 34th street.
The amp tubes are warm and glowing,
fingertips also fully zinged from sing song
guitar on into 5 PM evening shade. The wind
trembles at the bush on the northeast
corner of the porch and light off behind
multitudes of Gibraltarian stately old-aged
trees is a dim sky glowing evenly from pink
down to turquoise at its edge. Time for
home cooked meals and more music,
coffee’s on, the muse-lust has returned
full throttle.
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(November 17th, 2013)
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