Back to
the Porch
Tuning

you spend happy
hours drawing
with melted Crayolas
while the tea pot
whistles
on the range
and you let it whistle


you spend Sunday
morning
whispering hymns
and letting
the wind
swish between
your toes


you decide to
wear my sandals
to go walking
along the dirt paths
of our woods


and then
when I hum
a tune
returning from
a night
spent out


you let
me whistle
long and loud
while searching
for my sandals.

 

 

 

 


 

Phil Rice / Canopic Jar #10, 2002