it's you 265th birthday
still looking good wolfie
everyone now knows your name
memories
of two sweet old people
refugees from a war torn continent
who appreciated everything they had
which in material terms was not much
listening to this on a 78 recording
my dear grandparents
dear one
have not talked in a while
my wise ole owl feathers
are a little ruffled
the sky is black
signs of
an approaching storm
there is something lurking
behind me
in the yellow grass
that's the thing
with having
eyes in the back of your head