An engineer, you need a toaster, my
little oven good for browning only
one side at a time and taking thought, the
back door open to the quiet of the
yard and the air that is sky as mowers
begin the day. You don’t see the cats and
dog behind you, silently called from sleep
by your coming. Oh, my handsome magnet,
don’t you see what you attract? Hills unfurl
their green for you, the hawk cries, the heads of
the tulips bob red in the breeze, naked
forsythia soon to announce itself.
Sandra Kolankiewicz’s poetry has been published widely.
Painting by Jacques-Louis David [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons