At the end of a day
Let me close my eyes
at the end of a day
in the hills
doors open
breezes blow in
scent of pine
and clean
air has no unnatural smell here
and I hear an owl
calling in the trees
marking his territory
looking for dinner
as I drift off to sleep
Stargazing Mice
Cabin in the woods
always trapping mice
every night the ritual
traps with peanut butter
placed in the basement
check them in the morning
a good night
three traps two mice
I load the traps in the car
we are going for a ride
I take them to the astronomy park
far enough away
a permanent vacation from my home
I drop their two wriggling brown bodies
into the grass
it looks like
they are swimming through the tall green grass
tall if you are a mouse
they work their way through the grass
looking for a place to hide
I think they will be
waiting for dark
when they can stargaze
He spoke poetry
He spoke love poems to me all the time
they were in his words
and his hands
his lips
and his body
and all the things he did
captured here
by me
in my poetry