Heamdream

The deer scuff up the landscaped slope
Hooves tearing the lisianthus swath
Roughing the hostas, one striped leaf perfectly split

We stand by the window, my father, me, and everything
Watch the deer pause at the patio, sniff munch along the border
We are closer to the deer than to each other
Which is an argument against sliding glass doors

So since I am dreaming, I bring us back to the old house
Where we can look out the kitchen window together
My shoulder bumping his ribs, our similar eyes
Watching my mother mow the lawn determinedly
Though she is sick unto death soon, and it takes two jots
Before we both bolt for the doors