Saturday A.M. Poem
Fantasy
       “Look a bluejay!” I point
to the bouncing branch      you rise     surround
       my waist                 chin on my shoulder
               no other happiness

This happened
       I sat on my bed & wondered
    why the branches bounced
I rose & saw the jay
              and wanted more    why more
than this exhaustion                 that lets me see
                                                                                bluejays