rainy morning
coffee on the porch
last of the blueberries
in the blueberry colored bowl
car in the driveway, ready to go
your necklace hangs from the mirror
blue agate oval
glued-on circle of tiny pearl beads
reading the the local magazine
from the closest city
happy DIY article about an old student
weeks of travel ahead
to be with friends
and beauty
right this minute
propped on the edge of this covered porch
rain falls straight down, steady as a painting
and me, here, leaning
semi-dry feet
and a head full of
so many stories
Puff Of Smoke Poems 