How do you love?

How do you love? With tomorrow 

firmly perched in my mind because

yesterday escaped on today’s sparrow.

Are you certain it was not a crow?

Who is certain of anything that “was” —

how do you love with tomorrow! 

I have a blackbird you could borrow. 

She preens, flies, follows all the same laws.

Yesterday escaped on today’s sparrow. 

A hunter alone could speak without sorrow. 

But I am not the only one with flaws.

How do you love? With tomorrow. 

Alright, take aim, unburden, blow 

your pistol. Was it a dream? Does

yesterday escape on today’s sparrow?

Leaves fall like a curtain. The audience knows

your shot has kissed its target. Applause!

How do you love? With tomorrow, 

yesterday escaped. Today bows.