Our Friend Across the Way

 (for Lex on his birthday – by AMH)

Like a moth forced
To fly in daylight
He crosses the way
Like the aroma of clematis in autumn.
He brings
Cool Italian shirts
Kenyan Coffee
Carolina dogs and grilled burgers
Pastel drawings on brown paper
And tales of Shiloh.
(She wears his cap.)
Goddess of the turn house.

Like a constant waxing moon.
He crosses
Golfing all the way
Straight and down the middle
(Until Ollie barks his entrance.)
Bringing
Bread that will not mold
Butter from contented cows
Fried chicken (all we can eat elegantly.)
One, just one, belly laugh at PTI
Staying awake until the moon is up
Again, and he can cross back.

Hidden (but not to Ollie)
In the belly of a wooden horse.
He brings
We never know.
A palate like a comfy chair
A paperless, endless recipe
For anything.
A history of grits
A jar of best beans
A box (a box?) of discovered wine
A tale from within a Tuscan village
Conquered, forever in his debt.

Then,
From a calm, from a yellow sky
He bursts
Always standing
Always with an eye
Just for you (or for the next)
With a Poem.
He begins
Your neck stiffens.
He ends
Cradling your heart.
A beauty to you.

And a beauty to you, too.
Our friend from across the way.