Something is nesting in the gutter
In the crook
In the elbow
In the join
Where north meets east

From this jumble of pine needles
Icicles leap
Sparking a January morning
Sun shooting into your eye

Swelling in March
Rain sluicing to the pavement
of frustration
Household chore; more maintenance
Fucking clogged gutter

Finches! arrive in April
He sings to her, dancing with twig in beak
“Here, Home, Safe, Secure, Here, Here”
Stacking hopeful little branches
They build a home in the gutter

   ~mcd, 2017


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

Blog at

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: