By the porch,
you put your arm around me
as coffee mug smoke infuses dusty rose air.
Insouciant skies polish their undisturbed edges,
keeping the day sun enclosed behind the clouds.

A group of wood thrush break into chorus.
Their little, tawny, breathing bodies welcome the wind back home.
Deer step across deciduous detritus
following moss trails and river stones.
You take a sip of your espresso.

Then we share a glimpse in each other’s eyes,
casting magic for a split minute.
No words can dilute how we feel,
but once your smile tapers like a vagary unnoticed,
a slight fervor strokes the side of my neck.
Secretly, our senses open their minds for faint meaning
when we return inside to the comforts of our cabin.


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