Our Second Anniversary
Having an affection
for the springtime birds
Is a one way affair
unless you enjoy the songs
You scatter stale bread in the side yard
and they mark the spot
mostly on top of my car
The residue isn’t like music
Your hood is up over your head
and except for the chill
you’re happy
Springtime birds move on
and because I don’t
it takes more
to get me to sing for you