Day Earthly Done

 

 

Live in the desert long enough

and there’ll come a time for hose-flows

beneath your apricot tree

and high-toned buzzes in your ear at dusk.

 

For the porch fan aimed right at you

and the winged fruit of the muddy puddles

blown back.

 

You’ll dream of Jane’s chickens.

Ah, the darlings. Their darting beauty beaks.

And evenings of lakes.

And plates with blue scalloped edges.