LIGHTS IN MY EYE


I SAW HER MOVING BEFORE THE ROW
OF YELLOW .. YELLOWED .. WHITE LIGHTS
THAT WERE STRUNG ALONG THE LENGTH OF THE DRIVEWAY
LIKE A PITCHER OF SPILLED MILK WARMING FOR CATS   IN THE COOL .. COOL .. COLD .. COOL
CAT NIGHT.

BOUNCING TO THE MAIL AND COMING BACK WITH THE YOUTHFUL SALSA OF 98 BAGS OF CHIPS READY
TO BE DEVOURED BY BOY SCOUT TROOP 316.

INDIGNANT,
WIPING HER NOSE OF THE REST OF THE
WASTE GIVEN BY NOISY MOUTHS,
SHE CAME UP THE DRIVE,
TORE INTO AN OPENING

SPOKE WITH HER EYES .. MOVED LIKE A WOMAN.

AS A WOMAN WITH HER FACE
EYES..NECK..TEETH AND ALL THOSE OTHER THINGS
THAT TASTE OF SWEAT WHEN THE SUN HAS GONE DOWN.

YES .. A WOMAN.

AS A WOMAN IN ALL THAT FLESH
SHE MOVED BEFORE THE LIGHTS IN MY EYE.