pigeon, vultures
soft
creature
spills across my railing
i coil on the bedroom floor where
Jane cut away everything
i notice limbs red–
bending as they
sway outside
carefully they’re here
for us they’re here and then they
uproot
i return to the pond’s rim
there are the daffodils
whose bulbs we dipped in
what was left
from her bottle
the pond
shines
i invite her in and now
the creature adorns
my sill