Steam, not Smoke – a #poem of waking

Steam, not Smoke

Now the rains have come
and there’s’ no threat of wildfire
for another year, at least, provided
they stay.
May the rains stay.

Coffee cup in hand, I linger over the steam
rising from my reflection-in-brown,
and breathe deep —
Now I can greet a sharp bite
in my nostrils
first thing in the hazy morning
without checking on the waist-high tawny grasses
waving from the hills beyond
my kitchen window.

1994

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From Depth Perception – Selected Poems by Kay Lorraine

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Poet, publisher, programmer. I still like PHP. View all posts by Kay Lorraine