February: Year-day 45

     
                                          
                                              
February: Year-day 45

Happy Valentine's, if you wish.  The sky
is: fair and breezy.  The graying snow changes
and disappears, unable to/ feel why.
Near Eden, a sharp-shinned hawk rearranges
oursoft perceptions as we travel home
in our Big Sky Blue Volare: to visit
our parents and bus bumMark,who would roam
the world.  Isn't this Valentine exquisite?

Why, even the dove that--on our way back
to West Bend--was really a sparrow hawk/
puts diamond light here.  I, too, would attack
and be brilliant, an "evil" cupid, stalk
the hearts of strangers to assuage my lack
of/ contentment, killing with: more than talk.

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