This is from a small sequence called "Winter Sonnets," which had no particular rhyme/meter, they were all simply 14 lines long, which many contemporary poets consider "modern sonnets" (sometimes referred to as 14ers). I don't recall any publishing any of them.
Bernadette and Phil are Bernadette Mayer and Phil Good, two poets who were visiting from out of town. This was originally written in late 2001.
bernadette and phil watch the
women cooking in the night across
the yard single window lit three sisters
without any love but their own and strong
cooking is intimate sustenance and
bittersweet rosehips drying on the table
waiting for tea the mountain ship of white
in the distance like us luxurious spies
with red wine and a back porch
i have taken shelter of poetry for
granted and forgotten to remember my
dreams but as winter hibernation
introverts my guilty pleasures
bend to let the moth storms in
Have a great week, y'all!
And don't forget to drop by Rhian's Poetry Train.