The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta February 24, 2025

Contrails fading to white after sunrise—toppled columns from a ruined temple. Three bugle notes from a lone goose. The dull roar of traffic.

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From three directions, the white noise of water. A wet vole scuttles down the walk and disappears under the porch.