By Lisa Huddleston


The sun is a hot one today

And they say there’s nothing new under the sun

And I do believe that is true

Sitting on a humid porch

Listening to flies buzz

And dreaming old dreams

Doesn’t exactly motivate one

Toward originality

But here I will sit

Dreaming old dreams as if they were new

And listening to buzzing flies

Until it’s time to dress for dinner

That will be like every other dinner

We’ve ever had before