Moon like a last spring’s leaf
caught in the highest branch of
the backyard silver maple

Orion’s belt
cinches the neighbor’s tree
to ours

Half-finished puzzle on the kitchen
table under plexiglas – edges done,
glass of bourbon over it

Grill grates black with
last summer’s zucchini char

Thursday’s snow won’t melt
till Tuesday

Working the duvet into its
flannel cover, like putting on
my black tights in the morning

The cat squints happily.
The tub drips.
We strip to nothing

breathless from the weight
of extra blankets