04.17.2020

by storm

beads

 

pinõn and blue jay

ants and rabbits 

are visiting this morning 

they’re there before

you open your eyes

when you do

their desert fragrance lingers 

as a thoughtful gift

from friends recognizing 

your flickering attention,

your childish wailing

as plain 

homesickness; 

 

beads of sap slowly solidifying  

dripping from your branches