Today, I am thirty and seven years.
I have made, and drunk, cups of espresso,
eating the chocolate left on my front step
by a sweet friend.
I stood under scalding water until God in my
ear said, let's go, Buddy.
I mount my bicycle. The sun says hi.
The weather report said cloudy, cold: it was not.
God, for my favorite present, gave me sunshine.
My sister stayed at my side the whole day.
Friends called and talked for hours.
The piano open. Guitar.
Whiskey poured into me.
Beautiful girls gave me scarves,
flowers. Hugs and dancing.
Whiskeys.
Dancing.
Dancing.
Bike home to warm cats.
Kisses.
Birthday, thank you.
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