Poems From The Porch
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Riding the Currents
There is a flower growing at the corner of the porch,
showing orange-red with a striation of yellow.
Next door is a neighborly, lavender beauty
blooming amidst a party of disorderly purple.
Another suburb is populated primarily with yellow,
only one house boasting fuchsia.
It is evident that a locomotive has just traversed the sky,
its presence known by the steam clouds that are trailing.
Mobile mirrors appear briefly
when the sun catches the bellies of the little bat birds
as they flap and sail.
Flap and sail,
flap and sail,
the rhythm of our lives.
Opening our hearts to the Sun,
reflecting the Light,
riding the currents
of our momentary flight.