Summer Afternoon

Above our house an ancient maple spreads
Its branches wide to shade in shadow all
That falls below: Perennials in reds
And blues and, wearing muted greens, a small
But stubborn bed of hostas which we’ve done
Our careless best to kill through sad neglect.
A hum of bees floats lazy in the sun.
Loud squirrels voice their chattered, shrill objections
While the boys play fetch with Chesterton.
And on the table here: John Bunyan’s Grace
Abounding, Baker Street tobacco in
My pipe, two fresh-poured hazy IPAs —
All gifts our Maker made and gave to fill
The earth with joy. Drink deep. Give thanks. Be still.

Josh Bishop is currently enrolled as a candidate for an MFA in the creative writing program at New Saint Andrews College. He writes and manages web content for a private, Christian liberal arts college in the Midwest, and he has previously published poetry at The Rabbit Room.

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