I have a date on every Friday

I have a date on every Friday

after carefully making myself up

with fine sunscreen

I start off in

the smartest clothe of the season

I begin to see my hawk in the Arb

he usually waits for me on an oak

resting my eyes on his handsome body

I follow him hovering above me,

again and again

My cute woodpecker, a bit naughty

hidden behind a tree trunk

beating a drum, to announce his presence

only shows up his pretty face

when I pretend to walk away

On the water edge, under cherry blossom

my blue heron and I

look into each other, in silence

when I walk on, he strikes his great wings to take off

only landing somewhere ahead, waiting for me

Swiftly gliding over the water, under a dam

my lovely swallows, body in orange, back blue

stop all together

in a row, perched on a fence

turning their heads toward me

I have seen no armor more tender than

that in those eyes

On an open water, near a bridge

my swan opens up his white feathered wings

showing off his beauty, only to me

wooing me with his little water ballet

while my snowy egret, shier

quietly sticking out his elegant neck

from tall grasses, more endearing

And that magnificent eagle,

with a white head and a white tail

bearing a striking force, flew by

I have met him only once, a love unrequited

Under a beautiful tree of enticing berries

I have a secret affair

when mulberries turn blue

my big fish, at least ten of them

swim toward me,

looking up to me,

with such admiration

as if I were their princess

On the surface of a quiet water

under the warm afternoon sun

my little tortoise floating, plays gaily

and always at the same river turn

my river otter splashes water fearlessly

against the currents, with me

Along the railway

a kind of wild flower opening wildly

as if the Silver River fell on Earth

my yellow finch, hoping and leaping

leading me all the way to Barton Pond

Besides Barton Pond

chrysanthemums bloom sweetly

my ducklings and I fall in love at first sight

reuniting, they come to me

kissing my toes with delicate tongues

I close my eyes, let senses fly in

a blue sky, pure and high

On the other end of the pond

my old hickory extends his arms already

I run to him, fast and steady

all the love in the world is deemed

my body, his torso and limbs, embraided

As a lover and the beloved of many

I am the happiest living being

and, the Huron River, accompanies me, always

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