but the stars are winking out

and the wind blows hard

And clouds, clouds, clouds

rise up from the hilltops

like puff-headed Godzillas

 

and I keep going to the store

to buy something I remember

I need and then go home to see

I’ve forgotten the soft dog food

 

so when I go out again to wander

in my rootless daze back and forth 

toward my husband’s hospice

bed, I will fold a little note

in the top of my purse

that says “dogfood and envelopes”

 

which I will carry home after my visit

to realize I only have one can left

of cat food which means the store

again only this time the one

next door to the wine shop

the wine shop, the wine shop…