Damn Squirrels
zorro in the mask
sliding across to me
running into the plexiglass
but I feel through and see
the lips saying words
that stumble to reach
and hit my heart the
center of the peach
juicy and ripe in
need of being sewn
to grow rich and strong
something of our own
the ice shaven clean
sliding him my way
plant him in my heart
let him come, let him stay