Interloping

To have a home
You start with land I think
And be there for a while
With your body
That has to be somewhere
Light and courtly
In the nest
Making noise
The full regalia
In the dictionary
Words defined by each other
Like feelings without brains
The red your eyes give
Colors of no world
So generous!
The entropy of
Putting it down picking it up
Now where’d you put it
The whip knots up so fast
The cord and the bark fuse
The past is where the bodies are
A neighbor comes over
Across hedges, down corridors
Asking for salt
Has that happened to you
Do your salts run low
As sugars accumulate
The seed won’t sprout
Unless overwintered
Needs seasoning
Pour yourself
Into your body
Have you wintered enough
Cats and dogs and poems
Are free
Adverse possession
Here is the stump
Of a branch
You didn’t cut
You want words
Only blue plays
Among red bulbs
Overhearing, overseeing
Overtouching
Grazing shoulders in recline
Your home address, speech
To underlings and groundlings
Hoi polloi
What other polloi
Have you encountered
Neighbors are also diagonal
When you don’t pay for it
Everything is free