Porch Sitter Poem by bob barci

Ya know,
I spend a lot of time
sitting on this porch.
And most of the time,
I’m sitting here, waiting.
Waiting for a taxi.
Waiting for my sister to show up.
Waiting for something to happen.
And if I’m not waiting - I’m watching.
Watching it rain.
Watching it snow.
Watching the traffic go by.
Watching life go by.
But, as I wait and watch,
I take in pleasure.
There’s pleasure in the smell of rain
and the afterglow it leaves.
There’s pleasure in the newly fallen snow
and even more if you catch it falling.
There’s pleasure in the sights and sounds
of everyday life in this neighborhood.
Ya know,
I think I just might be in love.
In love with this porch
and all that I acquire here
by just sitting, and waiting, and watching.
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