round-breasted
robin,
so much
larger
than the rest—
all of your late-
in-coming
ravenous brothers
and sisters are
are stick-
thin and needling
around here—for a cheap little
bit of fresh
hope in hard moss.
How is it?—that you
alone
hold this old bit
of dinosaur knowledge—
that springtime
is not
actually—anything
like a time
you arrive at—but actually,
just always
an eternal-
ly
rotating
spot—reoccurring!
