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.