day seven

 

 
this
is when we think it’s
temporary

 
forsythia is yellow
grackles declare the edges of
territories

 
I hang clean wet sheets outside
because sun because wind
because —

 
a squirrel watches me

 
there’s enough salmon for dinner
and green tea    is elderberry
necessary

 
this is my home   I am alone   but

 
crows mob a hawk and she screams
this is when we think it’s
temporary