I love to write next to a window
and in a picture I just saw a glassless window.
wouldn’t it be delicious to write where the birds
can fly without crashing and breaking their necks?
and wouldn’t it be the next step to
write where there are no walls?
I write inwalled, not always but most days.
just imagine the wall-less possibilities for bird encounters who would find seeds in your hair

and now I dream of a place
where the poems grow on grasses and you can reach for them and pluck them like dew drops
without leaving