* A Speak Globe *

nests, the keys some far eye threaded
is their off branches,
the keys' use tightens when spoken
it's not garbage that goes through
one "yes" after another
shame since spoken? explosion
taps all the sections listening for hollows
unsettled trees snow down your speaks
far eye's farthest & between unsettled trees

 

* Elegy For Mice Trapped In A Burning House *

even the slightest door did burn
check your tails, underneath,
the mice held the safe day underfoot
their fur burned just enough to creak
an earlier press of branches, together
they are a gift that cracks when you
touch it, that closes a rummaging eye

 

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