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Sunday morning
on the back deck
in the land which cotton once ruled

The sun has risen through the trees
casting mozaic shadows on the ground
which change with every errant breeze
carrying the aroma of late summer

Above me looms an ancient oak
likely twice my age
which has grown around a sagging wire fence
where a field edge once marked
the border between slight and steep slope

Just within sight two squirrels fuss
perhaps at me, maybe an unseen fox....who knows?
And a couple of high crows
silently mark their progress
with flitting shadows

The cold sweat of sweet iced tea glass
chills my hand and throat with each sip
in contrast to the warming air
which holds me in its gentle grip

Perhaps this will be the morning
when we'll spy the deer
which leaves its tracks at the driveway's bend
but perhaps not

Tomorrow brings a full eclipse
so those who should know say
with viewing parties planned all around
at venues (bring your cash)

Let others fight the crowds.
I'll watch it here with my own sun
which will never be eclipsed
by something as mundane as the moon

We'll watch the mid day stars appear
as the sun is consumed
making shadows dim
in shared private appreciation

Style / type: 
Free verse
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I know this ain't real free verse but figured what the hell lol
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for me. Only a couple of little crits, and they have nothing to do with pattern or rhythm.
Well, maybe a little. I would go with; " [and] carries the breeze of late summer".
[an] ancient oak. I'm glad that I could share that early morning sit on the back deck with you and that iced-tea. ~ Gee.

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Thanks for the typo spot and the suggestion which will be seriously considered in edit..........stan

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random Sundays for you
for me it's
Wish you knew

I go to the beach
so many around
newer beve's
we have always found
all around
not the same ones
we saw last time
a fresh lot
without bikinis almost any
many mostly lover teens
and go in between's

I love beaches come and see
Stan you are still in Q
O man
ask wifey ...Susan
if you can!
Stand up O man

when we go to the beach Susan actually points out the cuties lol

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