on a porch
not my porch, a quiet family owns this porch
they go away on the weekends
i like to imagine they have a country house so their kids can play-
i feel apart of it when i sit here
the tire swing
star-gazing past our bedtime
never going to sleep cold,
on the porch
i go to sleep tucked in with a kiss on the cheek
but like a dream it’ll end
in the morning they’ll return
and i’ll be gone
