summer snapshot

Al Fresco

In the courtyard my mother
covered with white awnings,

the wicker chairs carry the empty
weight of where we were.

The dishes are done,
the zucchini is gone,

and the evening leaves breath
on the neglected glass

of ice water and lemon wedges.

5 comments:

  1. Your lemonade looks delicious...and your photograph is beautiful

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  2. this picture and this poem make me so happy.

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