Stepping over the fable, I stripped down --nO! You should've felt that breeze!nLaid a good while's assessmentsnOf red breasts at the foot of the path.nA waft took the drawings of red breasts,nThe songs that they'd wrote,nThe heavy decoded movements of defense,nAnd the leftover shells.nnIt's May -- I thought, sweet May! --nFrom now on, you know I'm gonna love May.nMay: the kick in the gut, the ignition,nThe leave it all behind.nSaying, Here's your fresh weapon, sir,nAnd it's clean, now sleep with it beside you…nAnd I hope I strengthened your faithnWith that thunderstorm that you just had to sit through.nnYou really were in the river -- no song,nThis part is true.nAnd while steering a whirlpool with your finger,nYou explained whom you loved.nWhere go my mouth? You, too?nGood God! And remember what next?nHand up to heaven, swear on everything:nNeither do I.nnRecall the last year of the red breastsnIn the birdbath I'd set up and filled.nWonder which of their patterns and accentsnWere stained by my pool.nSo now, wash when you like, dear,nAnd dustily speak how you wanna.nI'll be in the next roomnChanging some of our windows to mirrors.