it’s spring, and outside my window and down
pink red white drenched dogwood petals spin and shiver
i am grateful for the cold snap and sun beam
i am grateful for lighted windows across the street at night
i am grateful for sidewalk rain star synagogue tree brick road
i am grateful for the sounds small birds make before sunup
i am grateful for the chucking whistles of trains
i am grateful for the meditation of the underpass
i have received too much
i own i give i am full i am warm i go shod
my friends are friends
my lovers love me
i swim i read i take care of a cat
i travel 500 miles speak a new language
most of all:
for two whole years beyond my fate
i had the feel of you nearby
i loved you two whole years
close as train to platform
tight as closing doors