The best footman’s good
at sweeping up your broken glass,
has a tear for every occasion, knows

Shall we exchange children and face cream?

It’s safer to keep sailing on
than to be owned by pagan men

the summer she wore a bathing suit
she stood me in front of her
and was photographed.

I am never getting married or having babies
after I saw what happened to these dogs we had
named Max and Phoebe. 

How much better it is
to carry wood to the fire
than to moan about your life.

Now the Bluejay comes in
for a landing, like a SAC bomber
after a day of patrolling the ozone,

Climb, then, they whisper, and live.
Climb, then, I reply strongly, and die.

Neither tree leans towards or away from the other. I could be a social device to keep decorum between them in public.

I came upon the poem the way the hunter discovers the animal in the bush, with shock.