The FedEx trucks prowl the streets
delivering our Robert Lowell.
The poets ruined their lives
so their poems could make us whole.
In the lives of indoor cats time quietly stops
and inside her mind today a love she had for me drops.
Autumn afternoon. Long shadows.
It was as warm as summer today.
I was able to make a list of everything I love.
I can do that. I can still do that.
The list doesn’t know you’ve gone away.