we are not birds

we are not birds

this beautiful speed will be the end of us.
those are stars in our teeth.

swallows built their nest around it

she slings it
on a limb,
climbs up to
sew tiny lights
inside.
the pulse,
the half-moon behind it.
you can smell
the coming
snow.

what we know

weren't we superheroes, love-
smug, white-caped in wet snow,

braving the blizzard arm
in arm, invincible—

until the geese, half-buried,
half-asleep in paired mounds

honked softly hill to hill
as if answering

from the warm perfect faith
of their being.

That was beautiful Casper..... pass the joint plz... ( deeply inhale )..." that's good sh*t.."

I have a quote, and please don't use it without my permission.

" If everyone smoke it, there won't be any wars".