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
I’m white-lighted with a vaporous breathing
my house of beautiful silence.
I’m proud to say
I feel very human about all this
and not like a god or deity,
a tired legend.