A draft
Happiness, Late Summer
Short shorts and blanket in a patch of backyard sunshine.
Drowsing over a novel about which
I will never have to write a paper
or even say anything remotely impressive.
There are bees in black-eyed Susans and lilies.
Ripe chokecherries and new apples on the trees.
Sweat beads and rolls off the side of my lemonade glass.
The neighbor's grandchildren shout to one another
just over the fence. And you--there--in my doorway.
Wearing that green shirt I love and smiling.
Lemonade pitcher in one hand, radio in the other
wondering if I'd like to listen to the baseball game.
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