While trying (again) to download
an essay by Emily Mandel and
failing (again), a tiny iridescent insect
lands on my phone screen
and for an embarrassing moment
I think it’s watching the wavering
bar of light along with me, urging
speed—-C’mon C’mon—as if we
were buddies cheering a racehorse.
A breeze lifts his body,
encourages me to raise my eyes.
My breath comes back to me
on the sweet green breeze
and (at least one of us
grateful for this reminder)
together we turn ourselves
back to the summer world
Puff Of Smoke Poems 