Cracked the window at dawn,
Listened to turtle doves on the eaves
While the upstairs neighbors
Rocked their bed
Whumpa-whump, whumpa- whump,
A steady rhythm free of haste,
The beat of pleasure over lust,
A good fifteen minutes
A short sqeual punctuating the finish.
Geese flapped off their nests in the marsh
Squawking loudlt to get off
As Maintenance banged
Around the other apartment above me
Destroying something
to rebuild it,
An old story.
A robim hopped on the lawnbeing picky,
Under a gray sky.
Snow tomorrow,
The equinox here no more than a word,
Buried my nose in Ha-Jin's novel
Waiting, which is summed up
My day, my mood, my heart.