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I was sitting on my front porch tonight
Reading a book in the porch swing
A warm breeze kept me company
Flirting with my naked legs
Trying to flip to the back of my book
To see how the story ended

But I wouldn’t let it spoil the story
For itself or for me

The main character a strong woman
She left her small town of origin
In search of the things that accompany
The neon lights of a larger city
Twenty-four hour conveniences
Automatic car washes
Room for your dreams to grow

A man found her in the new haven
Decided that she was too independent
He wooed her with promises of love
While he wined and dined another
She started to give in to him
Too close to the end of the book
To please me and my hopes for her
I listened to the wisdom of the breeze
Flung down the book and went to bed

I wouldn’t spoil the story
For her or for me

— me, 05.21.01