Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Birdfeeder’s Valentine

I have a birdfeeder
in the shape of a lantern
and a shrub in the shape
of a tree and a tree
in the outline of a man
the way a child sculpts
its angel in the snow
would my soul leave
its shape in you
if there’s a god of crisp
and a god of lean
and every quality a god
and every noun
verbed and robed

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