end of May

so far she has snuggled with pillows,  
did yoga in the sun, and hula-hooped  
naked. She adores the poem I posted.  
 
I have cleaned my house, did yard work,  
cracked three beers, and removed a weed  
that kept sprouting green, so that I mis  
took it for a flower. Pruned the thing  
for three years, then bent just right, using  
my knees and hips, and yanked the fucker right  
out. Painless. Now I have all day free, two  
thick steaks to throw on the grill in my freshly  
cut backyard, and the ganja gods must be pleased  
because I did not think that enough remained to  
roll this nice sized spliff, that I am about to light.