|One of Three Baby Squirrels|
from above and below.
I said to no one, check to see,
I said to how its breath rose and fell.
Almost four hours. then it regained
consciousness, a baby squirrel.
I have shredded.
I found the squirrel I remembered
in a binder of lists of expenses.
In my apartment on the third floor,
the day was warm,
the apartment was warm and quiet,
A United Way worker
another younger fellow
his sister, one arm in a cast
where we waited, lifted
the baby squirrel
it regained consciousness.
They brought the squirrel
In this summer at the tree.
Leaf shapes, sun shapes
from above and below,
always home all late summer
the squirrel who was
shapes of sun. All late summer.
All that done, the four had
along the gutter one scrap lay,
her heart that felt.