Homecoming

dark juniper splash

against white stucco

screen door creaks

against the morning quiet

three blond mops running

each by her own legs

in breathless agitation

haloed in the risen sun

she waits

"There's kittens, Daddy"

"I can ride a bike now"

"Look Daddy,

finger stuck in mouth

I loft a toof "

I missedyoumissedyoumissedyou

she waits

leaning

brilliant against the white stucco

for his touch