My Uncle Frank was a weird bird, everybody who knew him
knew it and kept space between him and themselves,
space he filled by talking to himself as he hustled along Main Street
Of strangers is luminous, the way
We wish well for the man who lost
His car keys, the woman coming in
Out of the rain, the girl who missed
Her bus, the boy who stutters.
I came here from temporary
and perpetual rages—the whole sky
of wind. Secret birds
take the ruin of garden.
Love is complicated. Courtesy is simple. Start with courtesy.