made wild in the hearth of the forest
a little poem
i saw an egret passing overhead
like a midcentury paperweight
balancing on an unknown axis.
the observation an indoors kid
will make outside.
more so than his great beaked mouth,
pursed shut like a full pocketbook,
i noticed his clutches
at the end of his gnarled twig legs
i noticed his clutches
and imagined myself in them.
