Guests of Space
For Janey, with French idioms
wind gusts changes sky from blue to white
above carpet of crabapples under the tree
flickers flicker through air
tremendous lightning strike two nights ago
gave me the flesh of the hen for half a second
then water poured from the sky
no I'm not turning into a "nature poet"
but the little green house you built for me
does make me notice a few more things in the universe
to add to my "Notes on the Possibilities and Attractions of Existence"
and I never imagined I could be so unjealous
of my loved one's art
even when it takes her away from me
for many evenings and mornings and nights inbetween
but o I make myself a joy of it
to see her again
"the flesh of the hen" "la chair de poule" goose pimples
"make myself a joy of it" "se faire une joie de" to look forward with pleasure
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