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
We walked down to the tight grouped pines
And the dogs came back
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.