Sleeping with Grandchildren On Vacation

I lie in a bed of elbows and open mouths,a spoon tossed in with forks.These bones take things personally.I need pajamas with feet.This rain keeps me cold.The lake is a gray scar.I startle like a fox that suddenly stopsstalking. Who bangs this carillon by water?That boy on his skateboard last nightafter dark was a tank on a street in Belgrade.By the bridge, a catfish holds the current.Above, a mouthful of stars keeps breathing.