threee short ones

three short ones

i will watch her not look at me,
and when she turns her head,
my eyes will fly off
like two pheasants.

she is the louisianna night
and my thoughts are fireflies
and the moments
are like a maple
still growing
even when the night is gone.

the husband is too wise to talk
about his thoughts
which don’t belong to him
but to a woman he saw once.


chumahan