Idle Valentine

There also Aloe Vera flowers
bring the hummers
to sip on our nation
our little window on alleys
and clouds a buzz-saw
piles into cords
where the mockingbird
swivels his tail-feathers
the way you do
your foot sometimes
legs crossed face
knotted on some
text as if it was
the Bhagavad-Gita
and you were holy
and I had found
you idly sipping
coffee after years
of searching for
someone else.