Living Rooms

1

We spent the blurry dawn
cradled by the window
naming birds.

We had the birds in common and this:

A tenderness of time, and one
fenced house, like a womb.

2

Sometimes, people
move. Life draws them
out like a porch light, a suet
feeder. Swift.

3

In dreams I
move through every
room and never leave
til morning.