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Crane and Claw Machine as a Timeless Proverb on Love
This is our futile stretch and grab—
ticking clocks, little time bombs.
As a child I spent hours staring past glass
at some coveted creature:
soft, unfaltering, willing to be drug through the mud.
This is window shopping—
the never ending need, and
yes I was a lonely [child]
and not that much has changed.
Time runs out too quickly.
What this means is: I want to pick you up
by the nape of your neck,
not violently but often.
Solvo
The low sky, hung
low over the arboretum and
shattered with cries
of birds; Say Loon
and let it sound
like someone lingering.
Say Sparrow—see
how it feels like sorrow’s
letters in your mouth.
We rarely say the things we mean
or mean what we say,
see, Starling or Myna,
be un-fettered: Loon,
Starling, say Tern—
how the longest migration is
from there to here.