Sitting in the strip of shade
cast by the wooden fence
surronded by friends
with sweating faces
munching on chips, dips,
and char kissed meats
refreshed, periodically,
by cool canned liquids
and languid conversation
I am content.
The future is still unknown
uncertain, perhaps precarious
yet the bonds of fellowship
forged by summer, grill, and holiday
hold strong and true
ambition and duty await
but tomorrow not today
not now in the setting sun
and the waning heat
and the gleeful smiles
not in this moment
which is good and simple.
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