Poems of Life and Death – 36

Bear

When evening parts with day     At midnight
I turn on the light                        the house begins to shake
And show old surfaces:               a soft cat
Unraveling carpet seams            in slumber.
A broken window—                      A bear at the window—
Who knows whether                    asking for a treat
In darkness                                   a smear of licorice
I find my dreams                          inside a wrapper.