The duplex
situated on the edge
of Deep Fork Creek
in uptown Oklahoma City
seemed perfect
for two farm women,
each happy to be in the company
of birds, wind, animals
on their respective farms in the country
but feeling isolated from
friends. We would try it
for a few months—
each in town for a couple of days a week,
working some,
visiting friends
or (in Deb’s case, children
and grandchildren.)



The backyard
looks out onto the creek.
There is one drawback
for women
used to silence,
wind: Traffic roar from the Centennial Parkway
on the other side of the creek.
So our friend and landlord
said he planned to build a nine-foot fence
as a sound barrier.
Oh, but then,
we said,
we won’t see the trees,
the creek,
the deer!
So then,
he said,
I’ll make you a window.
And he has.
Which means the roar
pours through…
but early morning
the birdsong
is louder
and sitting on the back stoop
sipping coffee in the sunshine
I hear Mockingbird and Robin
in between train and truck
and bask in the brilliance
of Deep Fork,
before it’s time
to move into the traffic
and conversation
with human friends.