Drift lazy arms through
The green-sweet air
That smoothes light over my face;
Light muted and dappled
Under the whispering canopy.
A breeze chuckles in the leaves
And I wake to the small applause
Of rain; then sleep again.
Doors sweep; tumble down drowsy
To the gravel, to the ice-slick,
To temperant pup waiting.
Who barks, laughing,
At the wisped smoke turning away.