Mating Season
by Eva Millay Evans
The geese fly over the new pond
He puts his arm around me when
The rain falls down, and then is gone—
On to another lover, then.
He puts his arm around me when
I tell him life has been alright.
On to another lover, then—
The peepers will be out tonight.
I tell him life has been alright,
He drinks it up like grass does rain,
The peepers will be out tonight—
I know, for sure, he won’t complain.
He drinks it up like grass does rain.
And even after I am gone,
I know, for sure, he won’t complain—
The geese fly over the new pond.