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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