I've thought about taking a series of photographs,
Disjointed images meant to remind you of what
You don't have because you're not here:  the deep-
Shadowed smidgeon of lawn in the back,
The thickets of maple and redbud and oak, the hedge,
Like the wall of a castle, which keeps out the riff-raff
And also the view of the houses which came up,
Like tumors, across the street, the overfed bookshelves,
The moldings and paintings, the dining room, sun-
Saturated and hot, and the pool.  It took weeks,
But it's clean and inviting.  I find this place pleasing,
But take it for granted.  I wouldn't if you'd
Join me here.