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Radiant summer leftovers ––
red begonias in large blue pots.
Rain drips from an open umbrella
shading the patio table.
Leaves from the miniature
cherry tree scatter across glossy grass.
Inside our dog sleeps, slumped
on window seat pillows
overlooking the garden.
To the tune of a dying smoke
detector my husband dozes
in his comfortable chair
work papers spread on his lap.
I’m grateful, I’m sad, all at once.