My feet on hot wood

August 

Maybe

July,

My bare

Feet stood 

On 

The hot

Wood.

The deck

Had

Been

Warmed

By the summer

Sun.

I remember

The smell

Of lavender

And 

Honeysuckle.

The ouside 

Cats warmed

Themselves 

In the sun.

Bullet

Scraper 

And 

ZZ

I walked around 

The house 

With the 

Dogs following

Me 

Maxine and 

Buddy Jack. 

I stepped 

Into my garden 

And clipped

Dill

Oregano

And parsley.

I tied 

My sundress

Up so

It didn't 

Get in the dirt.

I looked up 

And there was 

A deer standing 

In front of 

Me.

Time stood 

Still.

Then 

I realized,

Change is 

Coming.

To this day 

I remember 

My bare 

Feet on 

Hot wood.