the barred windows are footnotes
i used to be a bank
what were you?before i was Nothing
i was more Nothing
but possibly screaming
through waterfalls
particles stuck to particles stuck to
Trutha tree sturdy and solemn
reaching into the unresponsive sky
a glass jar
transparent, fill with human breath so
Soula bird, there and there and there and
never here
wings as close to freedom as we geta song
tumbling notes of the unexpected so
Lifeor a star
best, a star
though a night sky of humans
would not be nearly as
Beautiful