heard daughter with twigs, "I broke my utensils"

I thought my face softened in the sunshine from winter
but a chirp chiseled closed eyes to smile
as if it removed shawl from sleeve locating flew
not few

I laid down in that field amd something started buzzing
understood, this isn't dead, what's wong

packed with breath from park
it is so sad
to turn the corner where children won't be seen
but across the street
birds could be heard yet not found
however oh sing along

unbored I step on the shadow of a trellis
as a talon's footprint I can't fill
except by invitation of garden
to sit there and really make a fence that won't fly in your face
as miscarriage territory
but could add home and neighbor
like leaves to ruffle and look through
with peasant tamed by parrot sensitivity
ramifying I bother them more than my clot does me
by cognizance to soak as from hee and haw to hawthorn berry

down the trail is a golpher intersection
and my gladness goes the same direction
eyes on mound they can go in during stress

frown isn't never but I don't want to stop but walk a sidewalk
not only, until clogs are loud as instrument of wings
launching from ground which becomes my song when they are in sky
what satisfaction car's wheel other than quickness
though mind and breath margin
similar to child with big toe but not blade of grass