Next time I’m
going to date 
a hoot owl 
to hell with 
the horses that 
can only see
what’s in front 
I want someone 
who is aware 
of everything around 
and a head
that swivels and 
keeps its eyes 
only on me 

Oh if
I could 
I’d have 
more days 
like this 
the slow 
and easy 
roll over 
roll back 
and see
your eyes 
seeing me 
and then 
that smile 
and kiss 

We do honestly 
get so few
here that one 
is like holiday 
dark daylight rooms 
calling for lamplights 
and flickering candles 
heat kicks on
and switches off
like the amorous 
pecks of lovers
wondering if and
maybe wondering when
but also always 
knowing about how 

The simple things 
lilting swaying jazz
pot of coffee 
tippy tippy taps
against my window 
such are things 
on a wet
rare mountain morning 
likely later making 
soup or chili
to eat in
front of fire
and more music 
and more rain 
and more happiness 

Imagine a life 
with no worry
or other desires 
a life free
to just be 
in one room 
and the next 
with the same 
excitement of the 
first snow day 
and then thinking 
what to do 
with the time 
and then remembering 
that a whole 
lotta nothing is 
better than a 
bunch of something