one more before i go

it's the smell of rain.

the rise

of steam

from the black road.

the low

limbs of trees

holding fresh water.

it's the full stream,

the sound of it

rolling outside

my window.

the woodpecker

in the tree.

the silence of everything

else, the world

having gone to work.

it's why i linger,

why i delay

my day, and sit here

and drink 

one more cup of coffee.