this morning i was thrilled to hear the birds
arguin', flirtin', singin' amongst the porch vines
i was happy to have my clavicle back
and just enough french vanilla was left
for a perfect cup of coffee
out here in the swing
all this exaltation
over nothin' really
does all this deeming it so grand
mean i have lived too much?
that i have not lived enough?
the only thing that frustrates me
is the swing won't creak
and
you are not here
she is intimidated by the loud blue jay
and you.........by what?
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