Swinging on the porch swing
quiet
a school bell rings in the distance
same one i used to answer to.
trees are waving
welcome home.
wrapped in a blanket
sipping on my latte
alone.
i crave this silence.
the smells of new wood and old chimneys,
shadows stretching awake
in the chill of the morning.
a car passes-
a rude interruption
and i remember
this will not last.
it never lasts.
and the crows screech with laughter.
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