city special
broken baluster canted east
and stuck, point up amongst the sheetrock
and glass, the glitter in the grass,
the failed foundation, the concrete
chunked up and useless – in this
a field mouse builds a house
of dry grass and fabric remnants, string,
strips of brown cassette tape in the rain
that sparkles with the passing light of car
headlights and gas-powered streetlamps -
it’s this we overlook: the special
in the dirt, the mouse and the magpie’s version,
the crow wheeling overhead
on the lookout for carrion and chips