A DAY LIKE TODAY
My love wants to stop by
and suddenly he’s here.
He misses me he says
and he wants to try
again. It’s as if we’ve
been together without
interruption. I want to
believe him and even
though the word of
the day is forestall,
the eggs in the Hawk
nest are high up and
a baby hawk is pecking
its way to daylight.
We hold each other
quietly, then walk
around a big flowering
pear tree at the 8th Street
entrance to the park,
the bodies of the trees
leaning this and that way,
relaxing into darkness,
just as we were
minutes earlier
in the dusk-dim light.