That yapping dogin the yard behind oursroused me from a dreamand some guy with a beardnamed Jesus,reminding me that winterwill soon bring seasonal soundslike tires spinning on ice,sparrows rioting in hedges,snowblower choruses.What would Jesus thinkof this place in winter?Never heard any carolers here.What would Tim say?
#12 of 30 Poems In November to benefit Center for New Americans. Also, read Tim’s book! It’s so engrossing, I even dream about it.