On my way to the store
this morning I drove over
a fresh set of tire tracks,
a neatly drawn pair of S’s
across both lanes leading up
to the edge of the sidewalk
the dog and I pad each night,
a cursive note of caution.
A note of caution
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Afternoon naps
I nodded off in the Adirondack chair
in our backyard one afternoon and
awoke to an oasis of pinks and purples,
greens and blues, the latest offspring
of my gardener wife, a minor nature
deity whose power to give life lies
within the modest rectangle of our
yard, where she nurtures phlox,
columbine and dianthus as their
sanguine siblings, bee balm and
Indian pink, await their birth.
Sleeping arrangements
Each night our bed
is a king-size graveyard
for three cats and a dog
each with its own plot
staked out between two
human bodies hoping
to rest in peace.