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.

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Morning Porch Poems: Autumn 2013

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