how beautiful earth this night
cornstalks sway in midsummer breeze
rows of tomatoes ripe for harvest
farmers dog barks again and again
waits for his echo to weave in and out
rain clouds spill shadows on wet sheets
I left outdoors on my clothesline
won’t be tomorrow for awhile
come sit with me under the shade tree
her leaves a canopy for old lovers
when summer leans toward spring
put your head in my lap
I’ll rub your back
until you fall asleep
in the hope
you wake up
feeling
better.
© 2020 Jennifer Brookins