weighted eaves.

cattails gossip 'round the lusty pond

red-winged blackbirds grasp

their curving claws into the tall grasses

the greens bow their tips into the dank soil

sinking and warping

struggling for summer sky

wings flutter blade to blade

searching

all i do is watch

and breathe it in

that stinking desperation

and an echo in their eyes

earth, do you hold me?

or am i sinking obliviously

on writhing lifelines

hounding flies and

seeking footing in these towering eaves

the weight of me is murderous

the size of me is piddling

wings flutter blade to blade

breathe it in.