reconciliation
“bring wood, and rebuild my house”
—Book of Haggai
across the patio bath, slashed with hail,
even a tumble of goofy bush tits
could little mercy to him
and the tilting sun went heatless
in its winter arc
upon the heedless cold, ungathering dark,
observed with little interest
out the lime rimed window, until
she walked back in, through the garage,
and trod the stairs to their neglected bed
and dropped her warm biconvex thigh
across his waist, again, and
they dedicated, even that day,
to distant trumpeting, the second temple
A carpenter, Ted writes, paints, plays tennis with Amy Lee. His work appears in 32 Poems, Beloit Poetry Journal, PANK, DIAGRAM, North American Review, Blue Earth Review, and elsewhere.