sun becomes the day
has no
clouds interrupting
the warmth
felt
as soon as
you step
out from
the shade
serves it's
purpose too
sitting on
the porch under canopy
hot coffee
to drink until I can drink no more
too shaky
to write at times
sitting and
just thinking
without the
pen I feel useless
sun warms
the spot enough
to never
want to return indoors
wishing it
was always like this
nice-fro is
what some still call me
if they
call me at all
and most of
them don't...
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