Face down
Is how I place
A book after
Reading.
It doesn’t matter
What book.
Any book.
I am searching
(quietly and always)
For you, and this
Is our secret signal
Like a tiny flag waving
Or the ear always listening
For the soft buttery accent
Of home. I recognize you
When you tilt
Your head sideways
To read the title
Imprinted on my spine.
Puff Of Smoke Poems 