Aug 1, 2018
Red Rover
last time I saw the perseids
I thought you loved me
I loved you
and I imagined
me and you and
my old star-watching quilt
up on the roof
in the wee hours
counting them
and making wishes
the sons of Perseus
flying down from
Heaven
to play.
I miss you.
I wish I had been right.
Watching them
alone again this year
unless something
spectacular
happens.
there isn’t much time left.
red rover red rover
won’t you please
come over.
quilt space saved for you.
