Because you have been so kind
like cool watered transcendence wrapped in red bows and glossy christmas paper
wrapping up this winter, the linebreaks in your voice
wrapping up this spring, the baby robins all fall from the hole in your head
we nested, then we flew, we flew, they flew, your head is aflutter with orange
flames, fanned by the wind of our passage
so much fire and history, so much for
Pittsburgh. I can't help but feel blue
salmon, lime--Miami colors--sidewalk chalk days & nights
we spend playing strip Pinochle at VFW halls.
There's so much winter we want to weather together
rounding the corner, the emperor's bald pate was cloudy and gooey
free-floating above his head like a gaudy tangerine.
It is remarkable, the importance of citrus fruit in our lives
to give us that feeling of still being alive
a weather too terrible for even the robins plumping on the dusted sidewalk
their red and delirious chests. Often, after having been told a secret such as
I wore your parka to bed. This is not my climate, this is not yours
Honeydew melon man.
You're a slice of summer ala mode
Figure the temperate rain from the mourners,
Figure the mourners from the rain, figure me this,physician of the skies
piffle piglets is the figure who is made from this
morning's light and snow, and us: so necessary.