NIGHT WATER POOLS

in the morning
the coffee is there
& then the garden is there

night water is pooling
on the all-weather chairs

& the cat
hes glowing godlike
on a sun drenched bench

~

& the birds all call out
from their soft cloisters
of greens & teal & red & blooms

& the shadows of the leaves 

& the spaces between

are painted in 

just right