Lost Poem About a Mouse

Wrote a poem about a mouse

and burned it.
Out in the snow,

far from any house, mouse
tracks ran lickety-split
around some cactus

and a cholla bush,
stopping at
a tiny mousy

mound. Filmy snow
covered it,
but it glowed out gray

and was as dead as any mouse
could be, sunlight
dwelling softly on its tiny house

of snow—dear little mouse,
broad sky
a pillow for your rest.
Lost poem about a mouse.