When I stepped into my room
My wife greeted me with a broom

I Said, Good Evening
My Lovely Sweet Wife

She Replied, Bad Evening
Don’t you remember my warning?

Again you came totally drunk
Your nose always looks like a trunk.

She shot me
With a pricing gun

But no one
Would buy a word I said

She then felt sorry
And put me on discount

Now I get plenty of attention
Yet never felt so cheap

Guttural rumble
As tree rings move
So shifting Huorns call

Like bark rippling
In denim jeans
Refreshings

And yet odd
The feeling is
Of springtime through the windows felt

At last
Let me step into it with being
Firm as rocks refined by subtle streams

For you are birchwood and in beige
A beauty of Earth
An eternal sky

And moving less much
Like a tree
Will be the ever end of you and I

And so I move
In premeditated you
To find us

The mere sight
Of you
Makes such standard spirits fly