beacon

lately it has been like tuning in
a familiar welcoming beacon
latin jazz guitar in the background
onions red and yellow peppers sizzle
brats spit and baste make tiny bursts of flame
the osage orange rustles a sunset breeze
wafts goldfinches to the feeder a hummingbird rockets past in peripheral vision
now still for a sip and gone again
boiled new potatoes hug the grill

it is all coming together this repast
from a wooden deck full of neighborly
satisfaction i sigh contentedly with simple love
flitting among the small branches light as can be

©John Greenleaf-Maple – text and art

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