blue shirt........................In the Spring, the feral mother cat showed up again
as if she had never been gone.
soft fur......................... We trapped her and had
her spayed.
the smell of green grass.........
She was pregnant again, the vet said.
the sound of water.........Afterwards I watched her stalking mice
in the grass in the meadow
licking herself as the sun went
down......and admired her courage and dignity.
warm milk.....................We
called her Alice.
rain...............................
cold water..................
in the early morning light
....................
brown grass on the hills...................
the tentative magic of vacation
...............
warm sun........................
a red front door................
cold cereal........................
working............................
making things....................
a white shirt.......................
making love......................
the children laughing..........
blue jeans.........................
potato soup......................
never know why...............
walking.............................
riding................................
the horizon........................