There's a lonely Adirondack out back,
blistering.
Between a cocky sunrise and a jealous sunset
she is met
with a gaze always
waiting for the next wave.
Upon his grassy mound he sits
Approving dogs with gritty sticks,
and kites with smacking tails.
Blue by moonlight
blushing by dawn,
my lonely Adirondack's
salty embrace
welcomes my grateful frame
like a patient friend.
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