A bird
came
going where
i don’t know
perhaps
wanting
to eat
a worm
perhaps wanting
to be one
he drank
the dew
he conveniently
hopped
grass-through
beetle-passer
by
fly
wall
i
offer
crumbles
softer home mumbles
Oars
dividing the Ocean
divining
silver-stream
butterflies
and moon-beams
leeping
splashing
swimming
the bird
take
it
for all its worth