Lives in the hedge next door.
I have hedge envy.
He swoops in once daily
on his no-bagel-crumbs
mission. Four times per,
if I have seeds or multi-grain
bits. Passover begins
tomorrow, so we’ll see
if whole-wheat matzo warrants
his bright blue flight.
I am in love with a bird,
whom Lou does not envy.
He’s a secure guy.
When I confessed that I write to
a poet once a week, the
Air Force dude, Lou
didn’t blink. 39 years,
and he’s serene about love.
The only thing we argue
in our suburban fort
is how to fold the
hand towels.
Also, whether to watch
“All Rise” or
“A French Village.”
I gave him that rerun.
I’ll name the jay
Beau: “O les beau jours
de bonheur
indicible…”
“Oh the fine days
of unspeakable joy.”
Hélas, Verlaine, these
unspeakable days
are not carefree.
Tell Rimbaud we’re done.
I am thankful to be cooped
with a good man,
grateful that the blues
have wings.
Image credit: A Blue Jay in Kensington Metropark (photograph by Scott Baxter)
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