Our 4th Day Back the Robins Sang

Private thoughts at a bargain price
I spy at an idle diary

It was a northwest spring
early and warm
you took your tiny frame to the shack
with root beer and cigars

I am here (for you!) 13 years later
on tiptoes I long for you
I stare over the fence
at the windows of an old Tudor
wanting to see shape or shadow

I left a message
you'll never get
near the largest
rhododendron
I have
ever met
Left my One-Stars
in a nook
next
lived in and
filled with regrets

The greenhouse is gone but I feel the ache
the spot is now home to a
basketball hoop
I signed a bench
to the beat
of a
bouncing
ball
and
it
all
seemed
so
rude