Inside the Hollow Tree
Welcome to the beaver den!
here I squirrel away
things that might be useful.
Trust me, I need
my drawer of scarves I never wear.
I’d dig them up to welcome you,
lay them down across the floor,
Mister Beaver, at the door.
Under the Weather
It is mid-June and
you haven’t seen daylight for quite some time,
haven’t left your bed or felt a faucet’s steady drip on your back, can’t
recall the last time you smiled where it wasn’t on cue
wasn’t it April? was that
the last time the sky was blue before the thunderclap that sent you home