Poem – Site Visit

Site Visit


We drove up two vehicles,

three dogs, sunshine,

leaves, the old farm stone wall waiting.


And they ran and ran

You told me where you will put the house

Where each room is going to be

How the view will be in the morning

The entrance way

The kitchen


We walked down to the tight grouped pines

And the dogs came back

With burrs.


Driving home, my face

Remembered the softness of your sweater.


My fingers, the bark of the old tree

You had cleared all around.

That would watch over the house.


The soft, sweetness of your mouth.


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