How Easy It Would Be

as i stand

upon my stoop

the porch light washing out all the colors

i look up

at the speckled night sky

and see lights dash by

their tails bright and quick


as i stand

upon my stoop

under the pink blossom tree

the indigo sky swirling

like van gogh back from the dead

the wind whispers through the rosemary

and i shiver


as i stand

upon my stoop

my heart leaps as i see it

that gentle horizon

    and how easy it would be

            to hop the fence


                     and run away.

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