she wakes

she wakes
her mornings
finding words
I take them

went to the Temple

went to the Temple
the doors were closed
someone said
‘she drove out of town,
David!’

I said
‘she what?!’

‘she drove
out of
town,
David!’

they said

come here to talk

come here to talk
to her
she is gone
taking her blankets
from the closet
here is winter
without her skin
and her eyes
to read
my poems

‘I heard the wind on Mars

‘I heard the wind on Mars
hon

it was on a NASA vid’

‘it must be lonely
David

without leaves
to blow’

she said

sometimes I keep the curtains closed

sometimes I keep the curtains closed
on the windows
and I can imagine
a different world

I imagine you in your room
how you invisibly enter my world

should you wake before morning

should you wake before morning
you will find a poem
in the night sky

I have not put it there
but I would have like to have

when she wakes

when she wakes
she’ll find
a flower
beside the landscape
my eyes had seen