on the front porch
basking in the chirps and hums
of the countryside,
the long rays of autumn sun
the cool scent
of fresh-mown grass...
she rocks quietly,
nursing a cup of coffee
and lets her mind wander
to other places,
other times...
drifting into might-have-beens
and possibilities,
the dog sleeping at her feet
kicks out, and kicks again.
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