I am tapping with sticks
on a plastic spackle bucket
humming your name
and wishing for you
a bird in a tree
a dream of music from outer space
a feeling of love
and nothing to prove
for your birthday

-That's from N.Y. artist Robin Winters. I haven't seen him in 30 years and he facebooked me a poem. This may explain why he has thirty times as many friends as I do. Thanks Robin.