i want to tell you something
she said
tonight the kitchen door was open
to let in the cooler air
the neighbor cat
walks in and yawns
and has a bite to eat
'the kitten chow is good' he says.
his ears point up
and he trots out
following the soft noises of a prowler I do not see
the cat disappears, but there comes a striped tail in the bougainvillea
and then a face
a bold black mask outlined in white
the raccoon is digging up the compost I buried

i want to tell you more
she said
the tiny ants so busy on the counter
do not notice the sugar;
the crescent moon paired with Venus this evening
bright and personal.
the cappucino had no coffee in it
but the cold chicken and dried apricots,
the last of the blueberry wine,
made a good supper.
how happy the coupling
the red and orange scarf I'm knitting
the orange yarn entwined with the red
glows - you never would have guessed
you who are always near
and never here
perhaps you would enjoy
this good supper