You are 365 days to Me

The Icicle Skips a Beat

And the sun shines

Melting winter's frost

On the surface of a lake

Thumping with the life force

(You are my heartbeat)

Of broken dreams and

Frog's legs.

I laugh with the ease

Of a frightened child

And then you spin

With the faltering step

Of a dying, bleeding

(You are the rhythm of my)

Heart left on the operating

Table

Give me a second, I might give

You a minute

Of time

Reserved for

Carefully

Planned agendas.

(You are the maximum gross product)

With a hiccup and a long winter

Coat

You slip back into the crowd.

Winter fades to allergy season

And I can't breathe

From the pollen

(And the rebirth.)

A bird falls from a tree

And the mother leaves it

To die.

One says Spring is what calls for

(You are the rhythm of my)

new

Ending

Of

A

Beginning.

I could say that

(You are the maximum gross product)

But personally,

I prefer summer.

You remind me of those

Days of grape popsicles

And swims in the

Town pool

That always

Felt warmer than

Winter should.

(You are the rhythm of my)

First pseudo

Irrational

Out of my mind

Tick-tock

Good luck charm.

Smile, for the fireworks.

How do you kindly say

That

(You are the maximum gross product)

My watch breaks

And I forget that it's time for the leaves

To burn to a crisp

Like that Calendar

You

Stole

From

The

Dime

Store when

Left in the

Orange lollipop

sun.

You called me cheap

And laughed at the toy

Bird clutched in my hand.

It reminded you

Of the sacrilegious

Heartbreak

Of a

Child

Left to

Fend for

herself.

I took (his, her) your hand and

Called you,

(You are the rhythm of my)

love

(You are the maximum gross product)