Let’s stay
Where the front yard
Is the back yard
And the slamming screen-door
Makes all the windows shudder
Let’s stay
Let’s stay let’s never leave
This rickety card table
On the front porch
Just you, me and
Larry Ferlinghetti
Let’s stay when the
Heavy warm air sinks the night dew down
While the beachfire’s smoke curls at
the moon’s cool white crescent
Driftwood embers sputter and hiss
Let’s be here as
Two moths are doing a
Flit-Flit Flit tango duel with the porch light
Between them
Let’s stay to wake
In the morning with a
Cacophony of bird song outside the
The mildewed bedroom curtains
Billowing on a gentle morning breeze
Let’s stay
Where band-aided fingers
Grip cold ice water mason jar
Hands cup lily pad flowers
A sunburned forearm bends
To rests a drowsy head
under a tattered sun-brella
Let’s stay
Again and again and again
Let’s stay
Where the front yard
Is the back yard
And the slamming screen-door
Makes all the windows shudder
Let’s make this our life.
