I pass the sparrow and its song through the sharp sieve
of necessity.

How will I taste the fresh blood orange
with my mouth full of bitter shoulds?

What rocks I tumble endlessly
in the inner chamber.

When the cat comes to curl in my anxious lap
I feel not her beating, breathing body
but a motor slowly winding down.

Today as I searched, frantic for my keys dropped
in the long grass, I glimpsed the broken earth

green seedlings make, kale twinned
with spindly nightshade, braving forth

into the open air.

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