Nothing Really
And in my threshold my
thoughts, actions, seep seemingly
relevant--car collapsed lung
and days after
found it difficult to breathe
as the sweeping sap fizzled
daunting clouds and the birds
were no longer friendly but
acrid in snarled beak and
budding feathers--blue broke into
dawn and seeing the land
that could explode and
could hold tears and bloom
like a cherry tree, decided
that it would be best
If I packed my bags
and went home.
