KISSES FROM THE
PORCH
When dusk softens spring greens to gray
and I shut one eye as I climb the steps
on my return from yielding crop-filled fields,
I can see you rocking through the haze of time,
your face beaming in the half light-dark.
Without words, Grandma, you say again
how much you love me. In the bleeding of day,
The absence of sun and technicolors dimmed,
you toss your hand to me, a paper-thin wave,
fingers set free of kisses buzzing deathless love.
and I shut one eye as I climb the steps
on my return from yielding crop-filled fields,
I can see you rocking through the haze of time,
your face beaming in the half light-dark.
Without words, Grandma, you say again
how much you love me. In the bleeding of day,
The absence of sun and technicolors dimmed,
you toss your hand to me, a paper-thin wave,
fingers set free of kisses buzzing deathless love.
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