Birthday Poem

A love putsch!
Dietrich Bonhoeffer called,
said it to have it off!

Halt all frisson, it
IS a birthday!

Or something like
A blithe bildungsroman, so drink to it!

Eat, and well, be well and forget the quodlibet;
Hear the trees, they say of kisses, don’t fear the bromide!

As if off Minorca, could be, but might as well herd aphelion heard a chirm of amical birds, of friends.

No matter the day, this is, has been, will be,