PROJECT REBUILD


PREVIOUS TENANTS

Vancouver

Nothing new. Grackles

rooting ragweed, goldenrod,

the lion's teeth of sunflower.
Maybe each of us envies

the chorus of birds,
the deep creek's rub

with infinity. The cast-off
field. The neighbor's lawn.

The curse of feeling drums 
in the way back, pools into poison. 

A promise built by oiled palms. 
Keep cover. The laws

of one replaced by another. 
Your wants fenced once more.





David Krilivsky

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