There is that field a couple blocks down
the road where the dogs like to shit,
and it is full of tall wild plants and flowers.
So very carefully I pick them every few
days to put in a vase on the table.
They open up,
Like you open for me
and I water them,
God knows I’d water you
and for a few moments each morning
when I see them,
there is a time of listening
and touching.