Williams, Theresa
Tonight
Theresa Williams
In the pond last spring,
a lone bluegill swam
among minnows.
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Tonight the dog
lets out a low moan.
Sssh, it’s only the roof leaking.
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Rainy tires
swish on Highway 6.
I have nowhere to go.
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Remember the book
about insects, parents & god.
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Outside on the bush,
a clump of blackberries
birds never found.
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On my chair
a dead moth in tattered coat.
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Dark cupcake
cools
on white napkin.
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Wild things sleep
this rainy night
in a temple of weeds.
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Is the mantis cold
in its cocoon
on the bare stalk?
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More wood on the fire!
Oh, my hair smells of smoke.
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Living & dying are one.
All is one.
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Charred bones from
the trash pit
fashioned into chimes.
—click, click, click—
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You can still sing
even if you can’t carry a tune.
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Outside—
Dogprints in the mud.
How lucky.
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We are the eyes
of the world.
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Your bed is waiting.
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What is in your pocket,
Antonio Machado.
Forgive me,
haven’t read you in so long.