Set in the stars
next Tuesday, a day
full of grace and love.

Not twenty, but infinite
bits of Tim-tam with jelly
and chocolate cake

for this, your birthday.
Young with an old soul
you celebrate life

and put the rest of us
to shame. I can see you
and your sister forever

dancing in the rain.

Inside the house
is a heart
and it beats in silver
tones because all
you see is sky
when you look through
my closed window.

The cracks in the abode
come through the wall
but the heart does
not follow any set
tone, just listen
and hear jazz
between beats.

I sent her out
with golden boots
on her feet.

She came back
with only one
word--Reify.

What is the lonely
poet to do--
Colabret?

I am not going to hoe corn in these heels.
I have kicked up my legs and am not going
to plow your fields.
It is not going to happen no matter how
many pieces of modern art you hang
in my living room, so mister you can
zoom that camera in another direction
or maybe marry someone with with less
fashion because I will not muck the pigs
at dawn or throw seeds to the chickens.

Still water goes
by in a swirl
of blue and green
with my head

under the current.
Yet time
travels faster
than this water

that never
travels backwards
so if I
don't see

you I will
understand
because you,
like me,
are caught

in the backlash
of this
blue-green
still water.

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