You asked if
I write love
Ambrosia I breathe
Love like the
Nectar bumblebees dance
About like the
Smell of sweet
Freshly clipped grass
Like the cologne
That hangs as
Men pass by
Like the nothingness
Of fresh snow
Love to me
Is everything and
Also nothing so
Yes I write
Love for there
Is nothing else
To write about
Oh little Bean
Do you read
Me or have
You forgotten me
You live out
There like the
Early sunset of
Autumn too soon
You pop up
Like past due
Notices but where
Do I pay
Text me please
And like so
Many days before
These gnats which
Alight on my
Body biting sucking
Irritate me I
Find a pool
Of mud in
Which to dive
Keeping these parasites
Finally at bay
This is love
And once again
What I thought
Was progress was
Simply an editor’s
Error the word
You hung on
Me until I
Turned the page
Then you disappeared
Into an elipse
Like oh so
Many many others
I used to
Send flowers to
My mother on
My birthday thanking
Her for giving
Me this precious
Gift called life
Since she’s been
Gone I now
Do just this
On my special
Day I want
To wish you
All a very
Happy Birthday on
Your special day
Whenever that is
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 