
Sweet Back Porch Music
(For Catherine, more Lyric than Poem)
Nov 8 · 1 min read
I sat at your doorstep
while you played Emmylou
and I sang a bit with you
that old dog you had
kept nudging my hand
until I couldn’t help but laugh
oh, there were so many sunny days like that
so many sunny days . . . back then
but time moves fast like a river when the rain comes in
and I don’t sing much . . . anymore
no, I don’t sing much . . .
not anymore
but I hope you’re still playin’ guitar
what would an after-life be worth
without friendship . . .
a dog,
and sweet back porch music?
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