the long white porch

I see her on the white
porch.
the trees leaning green
and bright
above
the chaise lounge.
I see
the fire going.
the drinks poured.
I hear the music on,
her playlist
that's worn.
she watches
the waves lap at the sand.
her dreams
collide like soft clouds
in her sleep.
what isn't yet, may someday
be.