Thank You Note

In the intricacies of my life
you are the hue of strawberries
washing this city beautiful at dusk.

You are an old car
outlasting all warranties and expectation
that keeps running.
Lantern and bright-eyed crow,
you are the same
changing pattern of grace.

Flicker of fish in the rapid
sunlight, you spear each gill upstream,
pull the river toward you.
You are the fit in my hand
of the grapefruit blade,
sluicing the edge of each wedge
for an easier breakfast.

Clean spokes, tuned machine,
you are the grease for this cog,
the goblet for this sweet-stale cider.

I pour into you,
splash the edge of your vessel
all the way to the top.