8.1.99, noon

Cats have gotten to the birds
          again          broken pot
          dirt on floor
          anxious chirp
Like today's bride          I taste
energy in waves from my corner
          of the world
Empty for days          and
debating whether to fill it
I am a family
this perspective kills me
                    and loves me
more complements

This morning has been wrapping
          gifts for someone who will
          never appreciate them
But I am careful
conscious anyway
I don't want to slip up
even a little
Sun has appeared again to
          bless a matrimony
I wonder if I should take
one more trip to the
          thrift mart          buy
          a disguise
What do I prove to whom
          and impress

All that is necessary is Love
when my body gives it
Those birds
I cannot stand living things locked up
I said          Don't be surprised
          if the cage is empty
          when you get home.