Written for: The Twiglets #305
porches are up
front for people-watching.
She regretted having
the screens cleaned,
when the uninformed
dog pushed through them.
she hands him lemonade
he hears the ice cubes tinkling
in shade of their porch
He moved to the south and believed
there was no bug he could not deceive.
Filled in every space,
screened the rest of the place.
The bugs laughed, were there first, with no intention to leave.
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