This evening I’m working
out on the porch with my lap desk.
I love that time of year
When the late afternoon is filled
With the laughter of children at play
And riotous birdsong
And the flowering pear is poised to burst
into fragrant blossom.
And I’m joined by the silent presence
of a napping dog.

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