a goldfinch burrowed into my chest.
that is not what goldfinches do, I know,
but this one did.
it was what i needed at the time anyway.
Continue reading “Wings and Things”it was what i needed at the time
a goldfinch burrowed into my chest.
that is not what goldfinches do, I know,
but this one did.
it was what i needed at the time anyway.
Continue reading “Wings and Things”& pines & snow
shiny things
I lure them to me
and ask them to give up
their glinting metallic trove–
a precious heirloom in exchange
for a pellet of food.
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