Weather Vane
If only I had one,
I'd keep it for a pet.
Let it perch on the roof
tethered in the wind,
warbling a tinny,
whirring song.
Let the body of the house
sag beneath its talons,
go limp as it lifts,
it and us up — up.
Gilded bird,
crowing at midnight,
pecking at the grain
of stars.
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Elaine Equi
Out of the Blank
Coffee House Press, 2025
