When Peg Laughs Like Liz

When Peg laughs like Liz deep woman-hearted laugh eating beef jerky on Mesa Verde the good hearts and smarts of women come back to me, not guessing any better than they at the time what love meant, leaving them behind in sandstone time going to my own cement, sandstone or good mountain grave having seen the sharp-shinned and sparrow hawk flying and at rest, not at peace, seeking prey from a ponderosa snag. I left my woman behind to float alone down the long canyon for feathers and signs, she's making camp the moon half full, the sun half high sky full of planets birds and stars I look up from the rocks elements housekeeping, thinking love that's learned to love from earlier loves laughs remembered, heard in the laugh of the woman who is my wife.