yard work

give her a ball of yarn,
her needles, a bottle
of white wine,
her cat, the big chair by
the window
where the bird feeder
would swing in a gaiety
of yellow finches,
blue birds, cardinals,
some sparrows,
browned, their black eyes
pellets in the sun,
give her all that
and you were just a man
in her yard moving dirt,
fixing the fence,
moving bricks from
the front of the driveway
to the yard,
that she would one day
move back.