Witless

I have the wisdom of fools today
and my wit is a cicada in the earth.
We're sitting with our drinks between us
and I want to make you happy the way
the witless and unwise  try to make
happiness, out of laughter and long
hugs, out of memories, and floral praise.

Here is a story I've told you before.
You laughed and looked like a saint
when you heard it the first time. I notice
you pretending you've never heard it now.
Let me take the ring from your finger;
here is a ring for you. Here are the best
times I can remember, tied up
in new ribbons and given to you again.
I'm practicing for next time. I'll come
out of the earth and cover your heart with wings.