Night!
I peer out my study window
and see you standing naked in the moonlight,
picking an apple from your backyard tree.
I undress quickly, scurry down the stairs,
and meet you in the small
pool of yellow light by your door.
You are surprised but glad to see me,
and hold out the apple for me to bite.
Actually,
it is 5:17 in the afternoon,
you are fully clothed
taking a late laundry of lovely things
down from the line
and I am pulling the starter cord
of my lawnmower,
so far to no avail.
You wave “hello” over the fence
and I wave back and curse the mower.
I wish the first two stanzas were true
and the third and fourth were false.
That would make better poem,
and I think,
a mythic life.
2013