I live within the bosom
Of a squirrel in the tree
I watch from inside a hole
In the hickory barks
Lining asphalt street

Can you hear me?
I am talking to you.
It is cold in this park
In a red windjacket
Soft Hair finger-
blown by a wet wind

Don’t you forget me
Don’t you leave me
Here alone in the rain.
I know you won’t
I know you can’t
I know your name.

Pretty flowers plucked
Petals tossed
White slippers
On glassy rolling creek
Baby don’t worry
Don’t scurry away

AMW/BW