Last Wednesday I Waited an Hour

I could hear you
chattering to your friends

I waited, I confess
with my camera ready

You never came
I stopped waiting

Today, for the first time
you flew to the tree at the front of the house

So close
You stopped and looked

I thought, must get my camera
but instead I stopped and looked

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Clarity refers back to itself
with nit-picked
pin-sticking, old dolly
chair-rocking, long-plait-braiding

The blocked reflecting
wall mirror lies dirty

Tree nuts in May
without makeup
eau de toilet

The statue turns
to nail you to an oak

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