She's Hanging Lights

she's hanging lights
on the porch.
four metal poles, painted black,
black strings of
Edison bulbs,
criss crossing the white
deck, above the blue cushioned
couches.
the table,
the chairs, the grill.
the umbrella.
she needs a saw, a drill,
screw drivers and a hammer.
anchors,
screws, clips.
extension cords and a measuring
tape.
there is no stopping her.
up on the ladder,
down, then up again
to tighten, to make it just
right.
sipping her white wine,
then putting her hands on
her hips and smiling,
as she hits the switch when
the sun goes down. perfect.