This entry is part 8 of 15 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Spring 2014


The hum of a generator
edging night.

Two houses down, a frat party
in progress.

Points of itchy heat, trapunto
of sand fly bites.

In the backyard, raccoons
foraging around garbage bins,

their snouts briefly lit
by fireflies.


In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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