Porch

At some point, there was a person from Ohio 
sitting on a porch with a person from Georgia.
Both looking for solace in a conversation they both have had before. 

One that picked and pulled from moments similar to deja vu.
Because they liked it like that. 
They wanted everything they ever saw.
The landscape. 

Places change.
People change.

Porches are now the place where people can come together and say,
“Ahhhh, so this is what it’s like to breathe cherry blossoms in December.”

The porch is a familiar place.
Like a first kiss.
You’ll never forget it.