porch rails
a brown ring has been sitting on the white weathered rail
begging me to clean it up
i bring out the can of behr bright white exterior
stirring up the can and stare into the swirling white
dipping my brush in, slowly begin to cover up the
coffee cup stain that has been there for 3 years
it’s time, i paint gingerly over the brown the white
glows back at me reflecting the warm sun of today
i see her leaning there on the porch, elbows down
with the coffee mug in the crook of her arm,
dripping the coffee down the sides until the brown stains
into the white paint, watching the kids play in the yard
that was three summers ago
i feel like i’m erasing a part of her by covering the
coffee cup stain.. but i must
on i go
peace



