You couldn’t have convinced me at 17
that 40 years later I’d be raking leaves in my front yard
stopping to talk with the old guy
who walks his cocker spaniel by my house
about how our dogs are getting old.
Michael Estabrook, retired finally, writing more poems and working more outside, just noticed two Cooper’s hawks staked out in the yard or rather above it which explains the nerve-wracked chipmunks.