11.3
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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