LATE VALENTINE TO FRIDA SPRING


birds chirp in the shoulders
knees and elbows
but even your most hesitant movements
are hungering to break out
grown wild, a gypsy hidden
in a suit of business
wings cut out amongst the flock
for a one-man feast
in regimented riot
his children in full color your feet on the roots

solid light
training slick boulders
and the movement of impossible things
I travel sparse reaches, I can't believe
my passport is not a hologram
you will survive on chocolate
I will spank you awake every morning
birds atwitter in the propane tanks