My Front Porch 15


On my front porch everyone…
is getting into their pick-ups clutching paper bags and morning coffees. The wind has worn away the paint on the sides of the gas station. Their calloused hands have worn away the print on plastic to-go mugs.

About iknowyouknowmyheart

Ever Tried. Ever Failed. No Matter. Try Again, Fail Again, Fail Better -Beckett Here I am right over there, running into opportunities to stop running and hoping they keep my scent until my prayers are answered and I am brave enough to slow down.

Posted on June 4, 2015, in blessings, doin things, family, farmers, friends, love, luck, making stuff, queer, travel, true stories and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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