The hums you don’t hear sews
holes sweating tears of joy no,
infirmity the blazed days in my nervous system
seeping purple purges bruises stretch distributing machinations,
mini-moons,
sows voids allotted seeds for clovers but blankets of Alyssums,

or SNOW cannevertell,
are natal and intense,
white grasses cool my body and I’m calm,
while everyone sweats,
heats heaps of grumbles and I stare out

at something

moving so fast it’s suspend & still,
waiting suspense,
always waiting, patiently……………

while the beats of birds’ wingy waft,
percolating swells of truths,
spells h-o-p-e-s,
and inevitable tiny deaths singing,

O, you birds:

“You’ll miss me when I’m gone………… … …………………… . . . . ……… . . . ….”