alone

ron sits on the front stoop, just 1 step up from the street,

inhaling a thin, brown colored-paper smoke,

fingers stained too.

my fingers occupied with fruit and pomegranate drink,

3 steps up into home,

in i go, out i come.

hands free,

a high five.

off to work.

15 hour later,

2 people standing, chatting 1 step up,

index and middle fingers pontificating

in clouds of exhalation.