thirsty sparrows
singing something
very like A
Pirate's Life For Me
as they stake their
claim on the fat
gems of rain
which are caught
in wild magenta nets
of redbud blossoms
that weren't so much as
hinted at yesterday:
in the forest,
as elsewhere, hallowed be
consistency's name—
but the proudest
and most
illustrious histories
are easily
the shortest.
