Stay to try to suddenly remember
how lost we always were, everywhere.
I still love how you furl and unfurl your wings in sleep.
Unknown and different is the sky
again this morning, did you notice that?
"Giant Crowbar, Be God."
Would you like to watch me feed the crows
through the window? I can fetch
your crocodile slippers.
The sunflowers keep svelte & attractive
as fearful immigrant wives
though they are dead several months now.
We are at that time of the season
when the earth, whales and winds tilt.
One wee bird blown out of the sky,
clearly out of breath,
insisted the sky "was derailed"
when I chatted with him briefly
out front, where he rested in our yard,
and I pretended to believe him.
You know those little concessions
you make for the neighbors.
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