Reclamation
A poem
Darling
As we stand before the window
in our private morning,
I reclaim the word
from all your past lovers
The sky stammers,
breaks into light, reveals
a palette of birds at the feeders:
blue jays, cardinals, a shock
of yellow finches
Our small world
sings its green vernacular,
its language of growth
Darling, I say
with the absolute trust
of the bird for its wing
A word-seed,
Love