Restless

This entry is part 2 of 28 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Autumn 2013

Your mouth has left
the faintest stain

on the rim of the cup;
now I want to look

for a bungalow, a cape
cod, a craftsman

with wide bay windows
looking out on the river

over which birds fly
at this time of year,

not wanting to stick around
for the cooler weather.

 

In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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