other animals

it’s often the way when days are
less generous with their light and
walking the dog in trees furry
scents and a noise near or far you
choose to ignore those little hopes

for the weekend with green softness
over the lawn insects float or
dart the breeze that might keep me up
tonight I know it’s not your fault

you know the darkness catches up before
summer gets going I should stop
saying you know you know anywhoo the

last time we met you were spitting
in the eye of some hurricane