Monday, May 28, 2018

COULD BE ~









It Is Now The Birds Settle





You would walk

Upstairs to our room

In the early evening

So warm

Undress, while looking to the woods

Lie down



Hours later

I would find you this way








Could Be





This has to be love —

she could be anywhere else



she could be under soft quilts asleep

she could be in a warm kitchen stirring



she could be in a playground watching what she loves

she could be in the garden dreaming



she could be walking the dog, petting the cat, singing with a bird

she could be by the ocean with all the day ahead



she could be in another's arms but no

she could be and is in my arms



beneath the driftwood of huge trees brought down with a flood

this little cave we've made under horizontal trees



it looks possibly dangerous and if it all collapsed

we would be crushed



and she has joined me there

while it rains






In A Cabin, In A Wood





It’s a good day —

my work boots are off

socks too



I have rolled up

5 inch cuffs

on my jeans



I’m in a short sleeve

green shirt

no belt



we cut the grass

now heavenly

barefoot



my love is wild ex-

cept for the sun dress

she’s thrown on



waiting for a rain

that never does

come



we draw buckets of

water for new plants

from the farm pond



cordwood

we cut crackles dry

in all this sun



let the satellites that

circle the earth

try to find this




—————————————
BOB ARNOLD
I'm In Love With You
Who Is In Love With Me
Longhouse 2012


 





2 comments:

Luster said...

Dear Satellite,

Can you see this single finger pointed your way?

Boy, I can.

stay away,
Mike

Bob Arnold / Longhouse said...

No see'um, Mike — if we're lucky.

all's well, Bob