Milk

There is wind in the leaves on the floor.
Big busy red ants are crawling up a bark.
The sky looks like rain will come and hail.
The water sounds there as if falling off
The slanting roof but it is striped squirrel
Or some love- pigeons shuffling feet on it.
Here I wait in the front porch of my house
Afraid the milk has boiled over in kitchen.
Footsteps can be drowned in dewed leaves.
God, I am unable to go to check the milk.

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