Porch, Chair
by Bean Newton
E.W. Wilder's Foreword: A New Eclecticism
I'm sure they would seem facile now,
and not worth telling: those lies we told
around the porch at your friend Jen's.
A beer or two the setting, well,
the sun we couldn't keep from setting-
didn't bother to correct. The bricks
around that core of fire were pretty
well set by then-a metaphor I should
be embarrassed to have owned-but those
were just the lies we told.
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