Another housecleaning poem.
We put these things out here in the back yard
with the idea they’d get their moment some time
but it never happens. So
the migration begins
arrive and push the earlier arrivals
until the journey ends at the fence because
There is nowhere else to go.
If you come out here to look around
whatever idea you have
be careful you are not swept up
in the relentless current
yourself. Maybe you might want to tie a rope to your waist
and the other end to the house.