The First Night of Open Windows: A Census

One lazy-looking spider, possibly
the same one I tossed out the back door
this morning. Two ladybugs.
The fist-sized moth with wings
like the Constitution. He was confounded
when I shut off the kitchen lights.
The refrigerator
would like to be counted.

And then there is me, outlined in light
at the mouth of the closet, hand
to my face in the search
for the right nightshirt
for a night such as this.

Somewhere outside,
a frog calls his children.

photograph by Joanna Blusiewicz

1 comment:

Tall Brunette said...

I think this is one of my favorites. I believe we experienced the same evening. ;)
I mentioned the aftermath here-

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