brittle birds
responding to Dominique Hecq #15 Small cosmogony
there’s no starting point for this
it’s unkind and you dancing
so wildly I don’t know what
but this is what matters the moon
unmapped space
somewhere waking birds
just coming into
themselves
knowing its there
glass compacted into
a window
pretending to be water
a bowl
casting a wish that looks like
a skipping stone
everything is mutable
can be converted to a new
substance a new life
even this table which
formed the heart of our kitchen
seemed as solid as darkness
as scarred as love
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