you read her your very best
too windy, she says
try something else . . . maybe haiku
the first line requires a thousand years before you even start
the last line belongs to infinity
you have fallen well short of both
you best get started
so I begin
and live here, now . . .
Taking in the bird feeder at night, now — when I remember. One of the sweeter acts of behavior by a monkey, I imagine. Are hibiscus blooms a temptation?