rough draft:

will you write
a poem for me?

will you stay
the rainclouds on the hill
stay the rain itself
and write a poem
for me?...

will you hold
the door
hold the home
open
where humble afternoons
reside
where quick hello-goodbyes
have time
and write a poem for me?

I will linger on
the front porch
or the back porch
a breath of
jasmine or basil
betraying my secret
self

the rocked becomes
the rocking
the rocking
becomes the rocked

and when the day is done
with just a sweater
on your shoulders

when the circle of
the year
finally finds an end

will you find a song
among the silly and the wrong

and write
a poem for me?