Neighborhood Mid-October

 

I hear the sweet voice of a young woman 

making love. “Oh!” she says, “Oh!” 

 

The birch trees tremble with sparrows. Yellow

leaves and seed husks flicker to the ground. 

 

Dragon-Cat leaps to the porch bannister. He sits, 

staring at the window, waiting to be noticed. 

 

Two squirrels have sex in the garden. 

They take turns, being boy, being girl. 

 

In the arctic, a glacier cracks 

another piece of itself 

into the sea. 

 

~sb

 

Comments

[Anne Mathewson]

So lovely to see you here again. You've no idea.

[Sbpoet]

And I’m delighted to see your name here!