The Day Darcy Was Born
The day Darcy was born
was a day in spring
like a day in spring forever.
Strangers smiled at me
in the city streets,
sensing that something
was absolutely right.
Her godparents had seen
a rainbow in their house
where one had never before appeared.
They showed up beaming
in the early morning,
took me out for breakfast
and a drink.
Even the bums were grinning.
They had moved across the street
to lounge in the shade
for the first time that year.
We had huevos rancheros,
and a shot of Irish
with a cold beer back.
It was like a shot of the earth,
washed down
with a draft of the sea.
We welcomed Darcy,
Darcy Clarisse!