An empty birdhouse
Grasps the grazing staircase
For want of raptors-wingless
To fuel nuclear fall, too-hard,
A carved-out gourd in an acorn shard
Left by an anxious, breastless tit-mouse:
Churning, surging, squeak or call,
Cawing, caved-in, member card
To community without third-place,
To greening field, remaining restless,
To feeling like there’s no tomorrow,
A meaning glimpsed from a discuss:
Throw-out your pots and panacea.
Returning, now, to the path by which
My friend and I pass the bird’s house,
In leavened sigh, I pay no mind, I played around
with anxious twine. Connecting knots,
disparate thoughts, as sparrow
building nest in-kind.
Hums 