Rhyme or Reason

Last day of summer
Wednesday, I recall
listen to the wind
my mountain, stately tall,
In my little building
walls made of glass
look each direction
as time slips past,

Up the trail by tree line
tiny figure I see
in a yellow parka
hiking towards me,
Gets close and closer
climbs up the stairs
opens the gate
to keep out the bears,

Knocks on the door
opens it towards me
takes off the parka
stands for me to see,
Who is this that came
miles from the road
climb this mountain top
to my tiny glass abode,

Seems to me a stranger
but seems to know my name
I offer instant coffee
wonder what’s the game,
Ask a dozen questions
no closer to the truth
a tattered book of poetry
written in my youth,

Asks for my autograph
somewhat amused
when the English language
was something I abused,
We talk until the sun
leaves the western sky
a million stars appear
couldn’t count ‘em if we tried,

Leftover stew for dinner
just enough for two
of course, spend the night
room enough for you,
In a tiny stove
tiny fire I light
half-empty bottle
a toast to the night,

Asks will I kiss her
that is what I do
takes quite awhile
then says we should screw,
Seems to be an expert
innocent just the same
halfway through orgasm
she tells me her name,

Stays about a week
then wanders down the mountain
make love a dozen times
perhaps she was counting,
A month or so later
I close for the season
in town I look to find her
unsuccessful, rhyme or reason?