Back Porch
by Mike Wiegand

    The back porch light burns
    turned on by someone else and yet
    it's almost like you left
    it on, flipping the switch
    as you left, like you'll be
    back. Driving by the place
    the light looks the same
    the driveway, the back door, the same
    steps just barely, dimly lit with warm
    dull light-as if you must still be inside.






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