Funny the ease these days
finding a place to spread
the blue and red native blanket-
idyls emerge effortlessly now.
Not so, when we were yet together.
Can it still be an idyll if empty,
without the leavening a couple supplies
passing a piece of torn baguette,
a slice of apple? Can dyadic absence
fulfill nature’s longing?
Let the chickadee and titmouse reign here.
This lot but another promise-
another solitary watch tonight-
another.