(untitled #19) Poem by bob barci

I am sitting on the porch here
cause the weather’s so delightful.
The breeze lends a chill,
but it’s ever just so perfect.
I am lost in my contentment
and suddenly I am confronted
by the eighty-five year old man from next door.
I manage to give a wave,
but he stares me down anyway
and he wishes me a Happy New Year -
even though it just turned May.
He turns into a chatterbox
when I reply, “You too! ”
Two long haired youths come walking by
and my face must scream for help
for they start to talk to me as though they know me,
and the man, he slips away.

I am sitting on the porch here
thinkin’ about a glass of iced tea.
As my mouth begins to crave,
I note the breeze is picking up.
Old man is watching me
from beside a car for sale.
Small, unknown dog, comes running up the stoop,
gives me a look, and begins to bark like crazy.
I show that I am friendly
and he jumps into my lap.

Sitting on the porch here,
I have found a source of pleasure.