Hay

Pie chart inverse,

the sun's gone out more than not.

Living is experienced

as the night's jump cut,

the tumble that wakes you so often

and you would have known how the

bedspread falls

along with the dust mites and who

knows what else.

Your life: this is your night.

Moose to Moose

Just for tonight

abandon your harem 

and nuzzle your dewlap 

against my cheek

until I weep.

Let day take off for a night

a joyful moon working overtime

for us.

In a circle of pine cones, 

cherries and fire 

while they watch-

mark me.

Let me stroke those 

midnight antlers 

up and down, and 

then down and up. 

Do that thing with your hoof

that makes me blush berry

while larks sing our song.

After everything is done

lead me into the river

sway me.

Water holding remembrance

so I can return to it again 

and again.