Adobe walls bake slow in afternoon
Your boots press quiet on the veranda wood
The pool sits still a silver plate at noon
Reflecting nothing that it should
Anomalous pool holds wrong moonlight
Cottonwoods refuse the night
You count the seconds hold your breath tight
Waiting for the wrong to turn out right
No cottonwood shows in the water's face
Ponderosa pines stand tall and dry
The mountains vanish from their proper place
Only you and the wrong sky
Anomalous pool holds wrong moonlight
Cottonwoods refuse the night
You count the seconds hold your breath tight
Waiting for the wrong to turn out right
You've memorized the rhythm of her door
The screen slaps shut at seven-fifteen
Her towel hits the chair the same as before
You've watched this ritual this routine
Anomalous pool holds wrong moonlight
Cottonwoods refuse the night
You count the seconds hold your breath tight
Waiting for the wrong to turn out right
The water trembles when the wind dies down
Your reflection blinks but you don't move
Something rises from beneath the brown
Something that you cannot prove
Anomalous pool holds wrong moonlight
Cottonwoods refuse the night
You count the seconds hold your breath tight
Waiting for the wrong to turn out right
