All These Rooms

Pigeons watch, as insects thaw under fall-leaves,
stoop in window wells to collect hasty mice;
small creatures, curious, vivacious, following
noses and motherly instincts. “What happens at night?”
when melting under a full moon and 40 degree weather.
“Ask an owl” a father replies—shoveling through the depths
of memories, dead gophers and summer tent-stints, measuring
widths for jars that might fit the […]

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How flowers will bend to the sun;how the night wakes a racoon
and the coyotes circle and bow
before crawling out from under
the brush and bending their noses
to the ground washed in the crescent
moon; how a child will shake and spin
circles until she walks like a drunk;
sometimes how a colt with a sock foot
will turn and buck […]

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