Embroidery

Birdfeet
at the fountain of youth
who is that pigeon
that's perched on the wooden lantern

Feathers
from his head to his knees
across town he flew
parched is his wear with bright white and blue

Mr Needles said to Mrs Thread
today I had my breakfast in bed

Evening
greets the old yawning moon
where are the grey clouds
with mouths they would tell us they would

Up high
in the arms of the sky
flapping the feathers
not worrying about the weather