but it was only my first robin
Every day I face the suspicion
that you have had secret springtimes
sunlights that you hid from me
clandestine pussy willows camouflaged
whole choirs of spring peepers
cued by no baton but yours
hidden nations of tulips
daffodils and crocuses
held in boxcars
and run through town at night
without stopping no lights
no whistles
I don’t know which of us to worry for