all the grandfathers
christened by grandbabies
who could say Pop-Pop

at the forest’s edge
a flock of wild turkeys
trading escape tips

Northern harrier
banking hard to double back
over our gasps

November morning —
wide open blue sky a prize
after all that fog

the sound of sirens
before we smell the smoke —
too-early dusk

trees standing around
to watch me run the table —
I line up the moon

laptop cooling fans
putting in for overtime —
Election Night

the way the sunlight
finds its way through the trees —
November dawn

a good soaking rain
and a story worth telling —
I come home to you