squirrels’ nests – November 3


the squirrels’ nests dangle high above

now visible in the denuded limb crooks,

pine needles, leaves, twig snips made,

they will sway and cling through winter’s

roughest blasts standing the tests

of wind and fury, cold and time.


how will I know when I have cobbled

together enough rings and wires and

gadgets of my life, to do likewise.


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