the bird left feathers

the bird left feathers
on the ground
and I looked for it
in the sky
as I did
when Rosemary
left her ribbon
on the floor

 

cause windows

cause windows
are for looking
I give you
my window
if I open it
you can breathe
onto my curtains

 

the flower in my garden

the flower in my garden
waves
if the wind is there
else it is just
a pretty face

 

so Monday

so Monday
bottles
to aid where
none would
silence too still
I sit to quench
the falling rain
how my feet might have made
footsteps
upon her path
but for silence
in my world
a flight of birds
to a tree
where my eyes
have rest

 

go to a room

go to a room
of sleep

cause the moon
makes metaphors
of romance
in me

like blood’s rising
on the bone
the stars

like love
too far

 

a crow

a crow
came in
the yard

the wagtail tried
to chase it
away

I went
and clapped
my hands

now the wagtail
knows
my heart

 

it’s soft

it’s soft
when yr don’t shave
like a meadow of daisies
honey