3 days, 6 meals, 8 coffees have I driven
just to see the island.
I have turned off the radio 90 times

Yes, my Captain, I was there.
I was the one punching the buttons of the radio

until the right commercial came on

The Seagull was a failure, the burlesque crowd began to shout
   "Intellectual rot!" And then, before dinner at the
   Hermitage

Something about the ironing board made him
leave it behind, angular in the emptied living room,

beautiful as a heron, all nobility

Because somebody’s father bought a house
sided in aluminum, blue as a robin’s egg,
and used in a through two wars, buying

Wild asters. A blue
wasp shudders in the gravel.
Laundry on the line:
yesterday, the day before.

One red-winged blackbird can’t begin
Without the other, hidden in the cedars.
Listen, listen, listen,
For he struts between