When the starlings finish drinking from the gutters
\ntheir bodies will be slightly heavier.<\/p>\n
When the low sun\u2019s voice no longer fills the sky like eastern yeast rising,
\nit will be time to pay the perfect bill.<\/p>\n
I believe starlings and sparrows (there are sparrows now) are not connected
\nwith my desire to feel connected with them.<\/p>\n
I believe we slept together last night (the window)
\nand that their soft bodies are dangerously small.<\/p>\n
Everyone in this morning house, my husband and two children, has wings.
\nMusic issues from their hands and their mouths.<\/p>\n
I believe the bud-fuzzed map of elm branches
\noutside my window adds up to something incalculable, green.<\/p>\n
When the stucco on the house with starling gutters stops looking pink,
\nI become fluent in misery, how to drink it, how to flush it away.<\/p>\n
No longer shall I wake confused by murky B-movie dreams.
\nI shall step into the hero shoes beneath my bed, and go forth.<\/p>\n
I believe the gap between my body and my children\u2019s as they hug
\nis a long wonder the world can bear & be.<\/p>\n
No longer shall I avert my eyes when passing a neighbor on our sidewalks.
\nI will lift my chin, mention some common cause.<\/p>\n
Everyone on this block has begun turning towards the sun.
\nWe are halfway there. We are that close.<\/p>\n
When the gutters dry up, the old leaves will curl like invalids
\nbefore they are lifted by the April wind.<\/p>\n
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