and what of that shack
now that summer has come
and gone and with it
the rawkus stellar jay
i evicted the first of two
times i swung open
the crooked door
in search of forgotten
things
with what will it
be filled by the people
i have allowed inside
during my impending
absence?
what things will nest
in the nurturing
damp while i seek
out a new home
for my poems?
Jonas Lamb 