lamp lighting the living room
with hung ivy and
you know how when all the world
smells good? it's a fine point.
see how the wall feels in your hands
at the start of a new weather pattern.
try leaving in a leaf boat
while the rain pees.
a front porch with screens directs your presence
and weaves a breeze.
i watch you sip and act like a cat.
where does it end?
certainly not at dusk
lights are everywhere, headlamps
reach out to tree underneaths obscured by the half-dark
oh, honey, get them fixed
there will be fog in the morning
and it is inches around you
unlike the living room
and the night