Imagine things better like
night with nightingale now.
Even when the bird is not
singing, even when the bird
is reading in another room of the house.
Amorous and friendly. Both
alighting to another part of the city.
Complimentary, so much
that a comparison doesn't even matter,
or would be irrelevant;
both nice. One is taller.
Foot coming through the shoe.
Pants covering the legs.
Hair, delicate brown wing
over forehead. Whatever liking
the same book means.
The eyes slightly impacted
from what was not age after all.
Yearbook signats say "You're the best!
get more sleep next year!"
Chin, forwarding
address.
For the love of children.
The Pacific Northwest could never
spell the name right, and loving
is in the letters.
