Tonight I saw
A cord wrapped round a bike
Without its wheels
I wonder whether the wheels or chord
Were there first
I wonder where it goes
The sky is clear except for
The wisps of orange built over the
Day, still the moon is always
Visible, always getting closer to full
I once saw a line of crows calling to
One another across the Diag, from
Downtown to the cemetery to the woods
Today, there were four
Are they here early or late?
I hope to see them all again
Filling budding branches with
Black-feather leaves
The snow melts away, comes back, melts
Away, and I’m not sure where the day went
I just know there’s still more of it
And somewhere in that time inside my room of
Half-lit string lights I’ll have to replace someday
And in those late-night walks, trying to find Orion each time
Remembering a stage formed from
Paper hyacinths and rubber chickens
And in those moments talking about
How falling forever was high school me’s heaven
And taking friends to see the sunset
I think I might be ok
