We sit on a sunny porch
the screen door full of flies
beating their brains in
trying to get in or out...
We do not feel the impact
on our own heads
'cause all that sun
has us a little buzzy
so we pick up the paper and a book
reading
between
us
asking when our friends
will come to visit
'cause we haven't seen them
since yesterday.
Dad
watercolor
About Me
- paul buntain
- I turn to look back down the trail where shadows play, tall timber calls as if the open ridge above is beyond reach. The horse snorts.
Sunrise
photo of painting
Old Sunny
watercolor
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