Day Zips Into Her Gown

Day zips into her gown
So often we forget to notice
She does it for the rhythm
The cadence of crickets
And oak
Okay, we tell her
You look okay
And the night continues to glisten
In cobwebs and honking frogs
Maybe one day
Maybe one day
She’ll let fall her hair
And ignite the drowsy drapes
Pulled tight over our bedroom windows