There’s a giggle that rises while I serene
about scenes outside my window on C Street

They say the city’s dying and I too am on
loan from somewhere But someone below my window
sings softly into this vivisected morning

and the notes what holds the notes together
Where is the difference between a melody and a chord

Kittens bat whatever can be found on the floor
around the house A wound I’ve long cowered in unwinds

Untied hunger and thirst As it’s just a giggle a crack
of sound in the shift She’s sewn her summer dresses
up around her head Walking fields