If The Sky Is Blue Then Don't Fix It

I made him slightly cry

he was teary-eyed

my questions

rekindled a

foreign love affair

with Alicia

not knowing

his Alabaman

connection still lingers

a soft opera

a soft soul

he is Swiss

maybe eighteen

and speaks and still dreams

of a girl in a new home

of a Birmingham tongue

he speaks and still dreams

of a summer visit

next year

from a lost American love

his only

his first