the weekend and all there was

did they wrap it up
was there a bow
did someone hold her finger
right there
in the middle
while someone else pulled the ribbon
tight?
which was the poet?
which was the poem?
the finger
the ribbon
the pull?
was there a box please say no.

there was only the small stuff of days:
three crows saturday overhead chasing

one moth wing torn silver side shimmering
two feathers striped trampled still singing

there was only standing witness to the last breaths of another moth,

creamy wings striped with orange,

final flutters in the shade of the magnolia tree.

there was only the first baby owl of the season

perched in a knothole shaped like a heart,

if you viewed it from the exact right spot.

there was only a sunset eclipse hiding behind the trees.

there was only this sign and a wounded tree,

weeping sweet sap onto the street.

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