blue wren
brown hen he charms
she disarms as he twerks
she works at finding useful things
he sings.
above
a dragon fly
hovering I see you
head to the side paintbrush poised
mid-air
daughter
of sun and moon
sister to wind and sky
lover of the evening star
earth’s kin
Nelly
and George sit still
as stones watching finches
through the glass they’re still cats despite
their names
calmly
three buddhas sit
beneath the palms watching
the days wane the nights pass without
desire
