He celebrates his new life
with the vigor of a vaudevillian
tap dancing through the hole in a fence
for the fortune in a cookie
willingly confiding his obsessions
to eager ears without
so much as a wrinkle.
A pleasant rain soundtracks
most of his evenings.
He studies the migratory patterns
of horizons, and on weekends
loses himself in memorials
to wetland heroes -
whimsical affairs with nests
of loons resting upended
in multi-colored tablet-treated
water fountains.
