And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.
We're painting the old house in the Hudson Valley
and we're a team, applying the paint so smoothly
that not a drop gets spilled, it's all cream, and
for the first time he has no complaints about
Crows, crows, crows, crows
then the slow flapaway over the hill
and the dead oak is naked