As I, under Rose shadow, Worked my ass Off years ago, Old foundations Crumbled --oh, we Mumble explanations: Surely age and weather Exact a toll together On farmhouses And fools --a new Physique, more Room back there For tools.
Nothing is alone-- Even nothing-- A moment Makes sense. Something scratches in The shadow of the fence-- Unknown cats. Clouds about their business In the back yard And rain, Our rain, into this Instant paused, Could have caused it-- With bushtits in tall hedges, Percolating quail-- Left along the Edges of a lizard's Tapered tail.