the zoo closes in half an hour

and I’ve yet to see the new baby giraffe —

I’ve become a captive of the river otters

*

they remind me of a cabin in Duluth

where not far from shore

I bore witness to their energy & joy

*

I’d let husband sleep; he was just so tired

*

that mystical dawn watery indulgence

felt then like pure magic,

one I chose to keep all to myself

tea leaf residue

spent, sodden sachet

the cozy warmth

that emanates still

from my favorite

autumnal mug

harvested seeds

gathered blooms

garden dreams

microwave door stands open

shadow-lines angle

the upper left corner

of its back wall

striking striations seldom seen

or appreciated, if ever

for nearly most of the day

rain, rain, blasted rain

how I mourn the loss

of September’s charm