Shelling Peas on the Back Porch

Crisp and cool, the
morning air carries
the sounds of crows
and crickets and
a curing barn, humming
in the distance

Closer is only the plunk
of peas dropping into the bowl
and the purring of a cat
at my feet

Love Wins

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