its that time of night
when the world is quiet
windows open,
ceiling fans on,
and most of the
lights are off
dogs recharging
their batteries
for another
long day
lent a ten year old
some poetry
today;
gary snyder
mary oliver
ee cummings
will one poem
about spring
or wildgeese
change her life
forever?
i hope so.
when the car door slams
and it's 11:30pm
the dogs bark
i see two young boys
meet the two girls
who have been
waiting
under the gazebo
and i remember being
there,
i know
they are all
not supposed to
be there either
i see them,
and feel
instantly
protective
and
excited
for them
there is
that quiet
understanding
about
tonight
