Sitting on the porch
Mom’s eyes tilt down
reading her latest library book
in the wicker arm chair
with feet up on the ottoman
and warm cat with eyes closed
perched on her lap
The other cat looking past the screen in vain
Slow, Mom turns the page
and props her right hand by her lips
tilting her head in anticipation
Dad said goodnight an hour ago
telling her the questioned time
Oh, it’s so late, she says
as she continues to read
in rhythm with the raindrops
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