Bird, resting, dips
its head to drink.
You never believe
you'll miss it, then do.
Behind me craters deeper
than I am tall. Before me,
fresh fruit. New shoes.
From the roof, my
town parched for rain,
darkened when it comes.
All this faculty of loving in our
chinadoll hands, this
geometry just
paper. Glue,
greasepaint.
God bless the champion
of life after life after life.