And now 
dusk clouds
blush pink 
as though 
day itself 
is embarrassed 
that it’s 
going out 
with night

What if
there were
no doors
only windows 
and the 
only way 
in was 
by knowing 
what out
looked like 
from the 
inside and 
that in
could be 
found there

Sometimes I guess 
love is a
laugh or a
punch in the 
arm or a 
slap on the 
back and not 
just a kiss 
on the lips 
or a hand 
on the hips 
or a dance 
and a dip
sometimes I guess 
love is like 
more than love 

Kindness and affection 
returned to me 
today from someone 
long ago forgotten 
a sweet surprise 
no one ever 
treated me as 
well as you 
so many have 
over the years 
found me again 
like the swallows 
that return year
upon year without 
ever knowing why

I remember the wee
branch in some long
ago life when I 
was a little bird
sitting there teetering unsure 
if the wind was 
friend or foe waiting 
afraid of the ground 
and frightened of freedom 
and just like I
was then I am
today a little bird
on a wee branch 
about ready to go