A Day on the Porch


Peeking out,

Timid in the dewy dark.

A light, a rattle—a dark shape slinks by

Then stretches and sits and ponders a toad.


The light comes now

People go: doors and quick steps,

Hollers and kisses.

A light-induced bravery stiffens the neck—

Petals unfold.


The slinker pants behind the cedar;

Moisture sucked from leaves and dirt:

Hanging about between earth and sky,

A weight on the foreheads of little ones

Melting back inside.

The deep colors recede, head droops.


Beating down now, white hot

A slow simmer with head bowed low.

Then a shadow passes—

A brief respite, like a snow cone—

The postman makes his rounds.




  1. m. heart,

    Thank you. I visited your sight, but for some reason, I wasn’t able to leave a comment. So: I really enjoyed your photos. The first and last especially. The moon over the building was quite nice. Thanks for sharing.

  2. hi michael
    thank you for visiting my site and leaving your kind words.
    after living in NY City for many years i made the switch to the left coast. i live in a sleepy burg next door to monterey CA.- think green acres/ mayberry RFD. it’s a hoot and hollar, and i love it!

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