in this window scene it’s been about to rain all day
unadorned trees against gray sky a few copper leaves
twist their way off the beech spiraling to the dry earth
what I really want to say
is that you hurt me and I
forgive you and mea
culpa and even so
a broken little cup
we met in the woods neither of us wanted to go back
we still agree the passage has been under rivers and
through mountains a lot of terrain you could say
when you came in I was a litany of lists I still am when it rains
the empire gets soaked that’s a good thing if we can still do
good/not good I want to be about joy I think I used to be
and then well you know this is the pleasure now and
luckily the music is loud and the footwork
requires considerable attention and
don’t worry about the dishes
let’s be the pair of crows
who don’t mind getting
into it over a piece of twisted
toast and then when it rains
separately alight
to the barn roof
Grey Sparrow Journal 