From the Collection The Red Goose

You’ve gone to bed with the baby again, as I step

gingerly through the house, searching for quiet projects

I can take to completion and leave for you like origami.

Each room for you to wake in as you wander,

brewing a gift like morning coffee, the raw ends

of your several lists now seared and cooling.

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It’s much nicer when we can sit here

as a family a few moments longer, while our girl

begins to improvise tomorrow aloud, ticking off

her list of necessaries, countermanding the plot

with reasonable justifications which she has collected

from the pond like pretty rocks.…