The morning wanders like a duck 
 who carries on the morning dew 
 a conversation with his watch 
 that radiates in a.i. fashion 
 every livid film review 
 irate at remakes: poor, expensive, 
 full of flimsy badinage: 
 fearing flood and fight and fire, 
 all the things in our garage 
 that you and I once meant for choosing 
 now neglected, nevermore, 
 paradoxical unfurling 
 rich and wide and golden door -- 
 unrelated, unrepentant, 
 unenthusiastic muse: 
 every love that you rejected 
 is now today the life you choose