Life In The Woods
It is this lemony light
Washed under pines in the grove
Smaller birches and maples and beech
That takes my breath away —
I’m only sorry you aren’t with me
Your own yellow hair
The packs we carry empty for
Firewood brought down later
From the hillside, heavy & full —
I’m lugging your share today and missing you
Tonight we will meet at a table made of
Soup and low lamps and all the day’s news
Come back and fill up these rooms
I Like
I like taking
my boots off
in the summer
then crossing
my legs
reading
and I like it
even more
when her
skirt
brushes
by
The Writing Life
We will go to town together
We will then send the mail and wash rugs
We will first make love but are too busy kidding each other
We will hold one another in the kitchen
We will decide that you will go to town
We will decide that I will stay home and write
We will separate with difficulty
We will know that I am home writing but really waiting for you
Not Just Married
Just having you
On the job holding
Ropes, carrying
One end of the
Ladder, catching
Gloves I toss
Down from the
Roof is more
Than enough
Since we can
Kiss whenever
We want you’d
Have to agree
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BOB ARNOLD
I'm In Love With You
Who Is In Love With Me
Longhouse 2012
