Love Note / Anniversary Edition
Yes, because there is space junk
falling uncontrolled toward Earth,
and poseurs occupying roles that
rightfully belong to love-drunk poets,
this is not the worst place for us
to possibly hide, a country overlooked
on the Discovery Channel but crammed
to its very borders with kindergartens
and prayer candles and repurposed
war machines, and where, if it rains,
the rain is vastly similar in sound
to the tiny tinkling bells of your name.
Howie Good stays up late.