• vaporkisses 11w

    Sitting barefoot on the porch
    A single flower peeks through old wood
    In a corner by the door.
    I hear delighted voices
    Muffled in the afternoon haze
    And picture dirty fingers holding
    Mamas hand.
    Stubbed toes chasing sweet sticky
    Music with dollars held tightly
    In little fists
    Barefoot on the porch
    Dried leaves and old faded wood
    Summer's perfume.