Greenleaf Arkansas night
upstairs porches
facing windy road highway scenic drive
and lightningbug starksy

Thursday morning Arkansas coffee
steams weak though cigarette smoke
and misty shower mirrorfog

There’s a certain bliss at
morning countryside quiet
where all you can hear are the bugs
and tractors and yellow flowers growing

There’s a wooden sign below me
in a garden
that points upward and says sky
and above me all I see is blue
like a crayola dream
without even the puffy clouds of childthought

The porch is green and wood and worn
in the shadow of early morning bright sun
and iron bars so we won’t fall to flowers