Great owl shakes dust from her wings,
delivers this gargoyle—your mother:

            a reluctant animal until 

walking you to the car

she sees your tender face against the flurry

                                                                hangs off 
the nearest bamboo branch, becomes 
an earnest panda.

From snowy Caribbean, Cape Cod to California
we put down our tools, we
muse aloud

                        “God. God.  This astronomy.” 

Moths flutter, flicker-flicker-flicker flam
that everyone of us were lightbulbs in another life
near the parkland maples—

We accept all, reject nothing. 

We sweep streets slowly.