You set off the fire alarm,
pulling me from my novel,
to the grass outside.
From a boy into a bird,
you surfed towards me,
and I was wrapped up in you,
and bows,
your giddy gift,
though it was my turn to receive.
Your bullish greed,
wouldn’t let my eyes,
or my heart wander.
Still, I couldn’t complain,
I was spoiled by the strands of silver,
spray painted gold,
lazily lying over lapis lazuli.
I had the world on a string,
and rain in my shoes,
as I chanted your best wishes,
until my throat begged for mercy.
I ran across town,
and painted the world,
rainbow,
with the sound of your voice,
and a cry of,
“Happy Birthday Jennifer.”
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