today is the day before my 31st birthday, or the first day of my 32nd year.
its a grey day outside and bits of rain spatter about
the trees are garish in their true behavior.
i am happy to report, to those who request
that my mood now is a somber and quiet as the day i was born.
ask my mom about it.
i will continue with my duties
the observation of birds
the dulling of bristles
the whisper of romance
the chopped rhythm of a drunk poet.