And Last Week’s Reese’s Pieces

Last week’s Reese’s Pieces
are still in the trash.
You haven’t called
and the Spring birds are arriving.

The sunshine makes the front room
a place to be ancient,
so I think of my deep fibrous feelings
for you.

I’m white-lighted with a vaporous breathing
in
my house of beautiful silence.

I’m proud to say
I feel very human about all this

and not like a god or deity,

or
a tired legend.

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