PLUS A DAY the eastern light coming under the lowest branches opens up the floor of the woods of a thousand worries is any large enough to stay with me dawn requests noon will deliver the outside of wishes leads away the inside leads up to the front door I buried the doves beneath the raspberry canes like a pair of executed innocents they will not feel heartless cold heartless heat having no heartbeats as usual I have trouble accepting that some worries stay with me those plus a day make what I call a life and how could I regret it how could I not come back this way again