by Rob Boone
On the back porch of the world,
the sun kisses my laughter,
Giving me the silent strength
to separate before from the after.
Misunderstood soil shyly
strikes up a conversation.
And I engage my soul,
lost in aimless contemplation.
Whispers bounce from tree to tree
with the squirrels and the Day.
My wonder smiles coyly, with
the abandon of a child at play.
Come with me, wind- walk with me
to a destination erased
By skyscrapers and paved roads,
by noisy ambition misplaced.
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An excerpt of my thoughts on day one, after moving from Tampa to West Virginia.