Happy Birthday

A skyway morning
to you. Did you
invent it?

Not the skyway,
not the morning,
the night.

A silk green cigar
smoking jacket, striped
trousers cut off

below the knees, wind
chill kind of evening.
I would ask

your mother what time
of day you arrived
if I met her.

They have the same
name. Our mothers.
Remember that part.

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