August 20: Owl

After we buried
his dog we sat
on the trunk
of my car in the driveway

of his mother's house 

exhausted and covered
in tree sap

we lay back

on the windshield
as it got dark 

Waited breathless for it
to pass over us

obliterating the sky
for just a moment. 

I never heard its call, 

but that wasn't the last
time I watched it fly