Friday, June 13, 2008

The Over Under

You glass eyed
backyard bandit,
patrolling the fence line with
awkward ease.

I can't go where you go and
the history I have with the
tree is an uneasy one.

You are a restless watcher and
a live ghost at best.

Should I see you close to me
or mine, remember this:

I see the ancient moving film rolls
in your eyes (replaying treaty battles, reflecting the half lights of a cold summer day) and I can study
the pace you keep, but I will never
forget that you hold the deed to my back yard.

2 comments:

ScaughtFive said...

They shouldn't get too close 'cause they gots the rabies.

Dana said...

You really shouldn't pet the possums. I know they're cute and all, but...