Poem from this Week - (thanks to EE Cummings)

Nowtonight

I like overcast pushing into the night—(say put on the jacket)

the speed of clouds blizzarding origin (blankets

to shut out the light)—

You sit close (we speak into our wine/

your brown eyes dip red, spill us):

we exist on the front porch (existed, existing)

deep into the collidingnight,

just the grow ingwind, just.

The neighbor’s dog peaks curious, mouth agape we pant

Breaks                         in silence, bones in our mouths

the spiced night tastes—we age curious and quickly

in peaked barks.  (He satisfied with security turns

until satisfied and plummets into thenight)in turn

we circle each other

into each other’s hands.

What’s in a treebranch, in the fall? “except nothing?”

--they (the treebranches) dangle inevitability like

icicles, their steeped (only moments) browns and reds

falling, fallen.

An empty stomach speaks (in silence) to you, (so late

in the evening) and dinner sits lazily on the kitchen table:

you (an apparition)

bring out a cut of meat and bite into it

chewing into the clouds (a transient

sigh).