Hardly Valentine

Like you I
am one of those
green and lucky ones
to have everything
I’ve ever wanted
and hardly known
what to say or do
in its presence
like you like now
my eyes draw
a line from the blood
on the bricks (pomegranate
juice) to the poor
plumeria (forced into
a climate both too hot
and too cold)
to the birds chirping
(gathering overhead)
to the newborn stars.