Starr's Porch Poem by Jack E Miller

There is plenitude on your
Screen porch where the doves from
Mexico sit as the wind chimes deep
Intone the smile of your Buddha there
The tweet of small birds in your yard
While you are away
Tuning your car

Bubbles of Buddha effervesce from my
Champagne as the smell of your terriers
And the fly buzzing from screen to screen
And the yap yap of your rusty
Ceiling fan make me laugh
You and your porch are
Pure Plum happiness.