twig- perch quiver
up and down it wobbles
the one sparrow. winter
causes forest scenes
to appear gray
sound this way too but
taste and smell tree-burn
the sky wants them
to be miserable
o pandora, widened
heart-face, cross-armed because
freezing, do
make me wonder,
great- grandmother
from shattered egg
at this point glass was eaten
on birthdays
so we could be happy
the rest of the year
make me wonder if i stare closer
even right before
the edge
if i would break because
i know deep down
that it's not me to change it
things can change themselves but
nobody else
efforts to prove this wrong
futile
of course it
offends you
soothe-song