In The Swing

Bees and butterflies come to dance

and dine amidst

the purple blooms

outside my door.

Arriving early, they always

leave at dusk, just

as the air fills

with the sound of

country music and the steady

hum of others

not quite of their

high-flying kind.

                                                        JDG

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