no option
offered for resolution
or resignation
no option
offered for resolution
or resignation
what it might be like
to be a song-less bird known
only by flying
one memory
overwriting another—
last spring’s garden
moon pared
to the thinnest curl
of ivory
striding east against
streaming sun with eyes nearly
new to the world
I will see
each passenger boarding
once more
there’s something
in unapologetic rats
ambling away
a potted plant still
climbing from its little
allotted soil
those words that
in their utterance defy
a boy’s faith
in my mind
empty boxes still clad
in wrapping paper