Mirror-water on the cedar porch-step,
crow’s rusty caw—
my whole erogenous backyard.
Not remembering how I slept
through the thunderous storm.
Mirror-water on the cedar porch-step.
Yesterday the big black cat
caught and killed a gray vole
in my erogenous backyard.
I buried the vole in a flower
bed
(under God’s paw)—
sky reflected in the cedar porch-step.
I’ll need to take a nap
this afternoon, but what’s the harm
in that? My erogenous backyard
lures my feet to get
down and step low,
break the mirror on the cedar porch-step,
walk into the yard.
