A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 141

Day 141: “Ginger Ale”

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The mountains, the porch swing

The breeze as the sky gets dark

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You come, scratch my back

Sit next to me

We look at the stars starting to become visible in the sky

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We sit in silence

Admiring the beauty

The closeness

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After a while, it’s cold enough that we go inside

Surprising for Arizona

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You ask if you can get me anything

I think of all the treats and treasures here

Peanut M&Ms

Rice Krispies

Icebreakers

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But I say, “Ginger ale, please”

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You go to the other fridge

The one by the garage

And come back with two in hand

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We sit on the couch, drinking ginger ale

and watching Shirley Temple

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You scratch my back