Home for the afternoon.
The garden is abundant this year.
We cant help but snack on these sweet yellow tomatoes, still warm from the sun.
The corn has risen high.
I snap green beans off the vine, and eat them raw by the handful.
Down by the barn There are ponies to kiss, with their hot breath and swish flick ears. I've missed their soft curious noses, and their smell of dust, comfort, and sun.
The sun sets, gold and red.
I am never home for long enough.