the bowery

.
build it and she will come
believes the bowerbird

.......meanwhile
.....,,,,..you and i
.................eternally
searching for home
the roar
of easy laughter
behind
a latched door
a whiff of her of him
a key that fits the hole

outside my window
sparrows sing goodnights
balanced on
branches
so elaborately linked
my eyes can't
..............untie
the knotted elms
entwined like
two bowerbirds
at home
.
first draft written as part of The May Day Poetry Project