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Porch Swing (poem)


Porch Swing By: Kourtney Cherry

Both brash and soft, a breeze                                                  

Caresses her skin, abrasively,                                                   


Whips past quickly, moving through                                      

An open window.


The gentle swaying                                                                    

Of a brown wicker porch swing                                          

Making a soft squeak

And on it laid a blue cushion.                                             



Her old turn dial radio,                                                         

Let out a staticy version of                                       

Old style country.

Made from guitars, basses, fiddles,                                   

And a harmony of voices.                                       


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