You might ask about love affairs, divorce, death, storms.
Sickness, happiness, betrayal, revelation, blessing?
There are a lot of piles in my yard. things Blown from many directions—
Wet socks, branches about to bloom, TV antenna.
window screens Sandbags do not contain sand.
I can set up a shop to sell broken items.
To the broken-hearted, to the mourners, to the wailing and sobbing.
Today I stopped by to buy some plants.
Uproot the roots and branches.
Down with a honking goose and two others in a flooded kitchen.
A solemn crow as an undertaker in a black suit
Walking around on what might be a roof.
In one corner was a pile of green, brown, red, and gold leaves.
My broom is ready, I start sweeping.
When the leaves cry And I jumped
He returned in terror when he heard the sound of an inanimate person being blown.
It is a remnant of what was.
I knelt down, leaning closer, pushing away gently.
Gently lift the leaf from the leaf—
Three birds, each no bigger than my thumb.
Like I was in shock or not fully awake yet.
Hug Mom
Suddenly, wings hit me in the face.
