The Only Thing
the only thing I write to you
is the lyric from an old tune
you don't know. birds sing
in the early morning in a similar
way outside your screened door.
it is the only thing you welcome
about summer. you thought my note
had a familiar sound but you couldn't
place it. you missed the days
when I was younger. I was more original then.
Kirk Vandyke's first book of poetry, Hatred of One's Fascination with an Idea of Wilderness, is available through Elm Books.