AN ANNIVERSARY ​

for V

 

I am filthy and careless
an old pair of scissors
left open left hidden
in one crowded drawer
after another
but you you are bravely
unprotected
like a birthday card
to the outer world
written in blossoming
snowstorm
where all the veal is left alone

for once
where fathers cry first
with a kind of love we envy
out in the open with you
and you again