041620|County Line|Poetry

I can feel the boom

Of trees dropping to the left of me

No shouting out of "timber"

Just men merely doing what they do best

Blending in the background scenery

Men at work

The sign flashes in my mind

Watching you work your magic upon your machine

Uninstalling and installing

Talking words of frustration as your phone rings

Another call ignored

Perhaps the next would receive your attentiveness

The sultry aroma of lemon custard

Gently flowing from the candle

That lies upon your warmer

Mixed with the refreshing wind of the open door air

Outdoors' innocence lingering

The essence of tonight's dinner

A mixture of onions and green peppers

Chime in

Disrupting the combined smells

Praying you don't chop your finger

On the newly discovered knives set

Cars, trucks and buses passing by

Dog's eyes aligned on the passersby

She only barks when they are walking

They ignore her for they are talking

Time ticking slowing

As I watch you

Walking by

Excuse me

Back and forth working

Excuse me

Forth and back cooking

Kaboom

That tree sounded like it was in the kitchen

Stretched out on the dark couch

Like the smile upon my face

Reminiscing

On your two o'clock lunch hour

Over an hour ago

Unforgettable

Slowly regaining my composure

As sleep begins to overtake me

Knowing that when I awake

I'll be still on County Line

Enjoying me

Marcia S. McNeill

Words By Marcia

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