Sitting on my porch on a summer’s eve ….

Long summer days turn into late evening dinners and we sit on our back porch until it gets dark. We enjoy listening to the rustling in the bushes as the occasional possum makes its way through our yard. I was leafing through Knock at a Star and came across this poem by Deborah Chandra. It made me think about us, sitting on our back porch….

Porch Light

At night
the porch light
catches moths
and holds them,
trapped
and
flapping,
in a tight
yellow fist.
Only when I
turn the switch
will it loosen
its hot
grip.

Deborah Chandra

Poetry Friday Roundup

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