V-Day Poem for my Boo

a love poem (the best one yet) to keep from having to do anything else / even eating

is it possible for fireflies

to get real work / bum-rush

the grave of Flint Hill / Kansas

and I admire the way rice

hates electricity / the way they fill

jars with real art / business cards /

banks and trusts / the memory of

our meeting

two of them did get real work /

building a city for owls / a chart

racing gradually sinks / insofar as

roses and barbecues are people /

they blink on Ot Moor and flush

dealing in thought / counting up

from one to ten / there are no fields

beyond this perfect hair / there can

be no gathering of firefly clods

and beware / winds so strong

it is difficult to radiate / the female

flashing attracts mates / or a

three-mile wide cookie

further afield / the woods are

surrounded by parents and whales

/ down in the dark / the witches /

over 2,000 / are very hungry /

listening to Kevin Bacon / flashing

while nature decorates its help

with glow worms and rolled up

slacks / it is a musical / a moth

on fire / small / humble / humbling