No way but
in no in but out the trap
tightens its teeth at every shift a clench
just eat the green gorge on green
there is no best branch black grackle at my feet
three dry grasslets stiff straws in your beak
and yet you pick up a fourth without losing
what you have who would have imagined
another spring another go round as one
hollows out the other moves in as one makes
light of light the other spreads thin we is
always under contention I mean construction
oh where did we put that cocoon?
And look a broom
broken in the road bristles every which way
scattered singles needing to be swept incompetent
broom beneath the tire tread Tired reads
the memoryless man who cannot but read aloud
each word its sound and fury he gives voice
these straits that lead to straits all straits
and none but straits cosmographer come
oh map-maker come make the map
that joins east with west
I spot two blue jays
loitering who ought to be busy building their nest
instead stock-still they look up at the man
sawing wahaa! branches of a tree all three of us
watch me with relief they are only trimming
the tree this white truck and neon-vested crew
only branch-picking today for once not the whole-
hearted trunk cut wicked into us deeper but the jays
so nervous and blue maybe they had claimed one
of the branches now no
going back no forward
say it in the teeth of the chainsaw in the leaf
whose only traits were green and nutritious
say that you landed my love mine to catch
and I am nothing but green so eat all of me