Poems I Never Wrote

I bequeath you these:

the poem that has a tango in it
under a tilted moon and one
about Monday morning kisses
in a strange bed

the poem with cranes in it –
their awkward legs
the circling winged dance
how they float to the ground

one about the first night of summer
the people in their yellow chairs
by the water how like a painting
by Renoir we all looked

this little poem with nothing
but thin blue songs in it
and a small candle by which
I scribe these words.

in the Ledger of the Unwritten
you may go and choose
any or all to use but you must vow
to treat them kindly

for they were once my darlings
and I did cherish them