SUNNY
It’s a pretty good cowboy poem you wrote to me.
But it’s really dark.
So I’m glad it’s sunny today
And the grass is green
And the flowers are thinking of blooming.
And I at least have that.
If I can’t have you here
To smell the Spring
And feel the Sun
And hear the squirrels talking
And see a whole flock of bad ass blue jays flapping
Like cowboys on a bender after branding.
Yeh, I’m glad it’s sunny,
But sunny can’t lighten lonely.
But it will just have to do.