Borrowed with interest

The first cardinal of spring 

Perched himself on my tree,

A dragonfly kissed me on the cheek,

And a sunburn, finally

The shedding begins—

Empty the cabinets 
Water the garden.

I cannot say I’m sorry,
Nor will I ever beg your pardon;
But I’d throw a coconut in the ocean 
To see how it might grow.