cats

here, still, candle flame
a bit further out, cats move
beyond the fence, cars

summer

picking peaches off the ground
like warm fuzzy kittens
ready to eat

bookmark

someone is reading
Lush Life in a room
where one woman brushes
another one's hair
and someone
makes the bed

sunday

the morning bells
I almost
miss religion

doggies

You get better
with the line.
Is that something?

The dogs on the parkway,
dodging cars;
the dogs in the alley
bark behind bars.

Endgame

Waiting to see what gets me.
Waiting to see when I'll break
or disappear.

Books that survived the fire (because they were somewhere else)

• T. S. Eliot's Four Quartets, often with me, this copy a gift from Sarai
• Scanning the Century poetry anthology, mostly unthumbed
• Rae Armantrout's Next Life, hardbound, awkward to hold for reading
• A copy of Fowler's Modern English Usage, from a previous life
• Zukofsy's A, which I still plan to get to
• Bill Berkson's Lush Life
• Mel Freilicher's The Unmaking of Americans: 7 Lives, which Dennis replaced for me
• Paul Dresman's The Silver Dazzle of the Sun, which was in my car's trunk
• Joan Didion's The Year of Magical Thinking, somewhat appropriate
• 5 copies of Small Rain