The Birthday Child
Everything's been different
All the day long,
Lovely things have happened,
Nothing has gone wrong.
Nobody has scolded me,
Everyone has smiled.
Isn't it delicious
To be a birthday child?
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
NAOMI
Her little crunched up face
With round cheekbones
And wrinkles that won't set in place
For five or six decades.
In a moment
She'll be tall enough
To go on the rides
Alone
At that great height
Kisses are humbled by the gravity of adulthood
And fall,
Powerless as dust.
