On your porch
You’re on your porch drinking wine
I, much the same: porch, wine, thoughts, words
If this road extended we would join
but I think the force would be too much for our neighbors to handle.
And so the road ends and we must
turn to get to each other.
But that doesn’t stop the laughter, the eating of burgers, the talking of men
and all of their hang ups.
A friendship that was not formed by jealousy (she clarifies)
We just have to work a little harder, make a few bends in the road
to make it happen.
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Gina Marie Thompson
August 21, 2014