an admission to the blackbird in the breezeway

Posted on November 23, 2010

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i tried to trap you in the attic
but got distracted by the yellowjackets
and the butterflies by
sucking the nectar out of the rotting apples
underneath the tree that is half alive, half dead

but now you’re by the window looking out into the front yard
flying chair to chair in the coldest room in the house
where i etched my first poems

it’s too bad the blue jay had my attention

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