April ala Brewer Prompts Napowrimo

Not the Same as Being Alone

The wild geese collide with you
outside the window where she sleeps
and does not sleep alone
yet still you’re there, too.

Why here again, why now? If he’s there, again,
then how? So many places need you
more: country music’s lost
without you, love songs, too, a tumbleweed dress
falling hem over neckline and hem again,
an appaloosa tearing wild down a prairie. The cattle low
at twilight, where a woman does not sleep

solo, yet you: wandering as a cloud, a state of being
they believed left behind, come in now,
settle-down, lovers have always shared a bed with you.