Joseph Piedmonte

Vacation

I saw a sleeping
squirrel sprawled
and set between
the yellow lined
cement before
my driveway,
and as I drifted
into my own
afternoon nap
its inkblot eyes
and gaped mouth
followed me into
the stillness of
night where the
inability to move
met many who
meant to swerve.
In the morning
the outline that
buried acorns
beneath the tallest
trees was traveling
far and wide,
between bumpers
wedged within
tires.