Tuesday, September 3, 2013

one boy's a boy
one bird
cicadas heavy this year
squirrel's never seen a hawk. doesn't know to run.
ran a marathon once
in different shoes.
two boy's a half a boy
brother lost my bobber in the weeds one day
i never forgave because he said he'd get another, not understanding. it belonged to the dead
in those days i wanted one thing at a time
two and three magpies together, though
because i knelt weeping, asking 'please'
and still would ask, if i knew how
no boys at all
four birds
wing away

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