more than watchmen for the morning

In the little house filled with dogs and resilient
plants
She left only a glass and a blank sheet of paper.

The stadium up the road like a siren called with silent applause
To climb up, climb up beyond the seats and the grass

Where a team of young girls kicked a white ball.
Maybe she knew they were there, maybe she was calling back

A line a male poet committed to the page
decades ago,
About time made simple by the loss of detail.

Maybe she then cast out every detail but the unencumbered air
To keep it simple. And then fluttered from us.