For love, I trim my beard outside,
So little hairs don’t clog and mess the sink
I use the sliding glass as mirror where I think
The neighbors cannot see me, as I hide
Without a shirt, electric clippers whine and chew
And soon my beard is through, this bits of me
Tumble all about the deck, and they blow free
Where I know the birds and mice will gather through
And make their nests in my lost beard, I’ve seen them
Tossed them from an old galosh I forgot in the porch
Swept the empty nests away from under pots and when
I see the sparrows in the field and know how we touched
The field mice in the cinderblocks bravely
Stealing in my garden, we are connected, all of us
To I who plant and mow and shave and live and rust
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