Porches
Porches are nice for neighbors
to hang their plants and speak of days
the sparrows made nests in ferns
they sprayed the plant food anyways
Porches are nice for friends
to sit and swing with cups
throwing the steaks on the grill
until the rain interrupts
Porches are nice for love
blowing kisses over splinters
slipping underneath the steps
whispering, recalling winters
Porches are nice for you and me
getting drunk, betting who'll trip
off the edge first, headfirst
into the grass, graceful flip.
Porches are nice for us
to watch the day meander on
into night, catch a star
from the porch, never far,
but soon we will be gone.