sprinkle some Sunday sugar!

On the Back Porch

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by Dorianne Laux

The cat calls for her dinner.

On the porch I bend and pour

brown soy stars into her bowl,

stroke her dark fur.

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It's not quite night.

Pinpricks of light in the eastern sky.

Above my neighbor's roof, a transparent

moon, a pink rag of cloud.

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Inside my house are those who love me.

My daughter dusts biscuit dough.

And there's a man who will lift my hair

in his hands, brush it

until it throws sparks.

Everything is just as I've left it.

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Dinner simmers on the stove.

Glass bowls wait to be filled

with gold broth. Sprigs of parsley

on the cutting board.

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I want to smell this rich soup, the air

around me going dark, as stars press

their simple shapes into the sky.

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I want to stay on the back porch

while the world tilts

toward sleep, until what I love

misses me, and calls me in.

~*~

it's just the romance in me, wishing you the sweetest
early evening moments.


[withLove]