The Spring Of It
Starlings, made silhouette
in the light that stains the leaves’ green glass,
will try the give of the thinnest branch.
On this tree, one sprig bobs birdweight,
the fresh leaflets jouncing like bows in the hair
of a teacup poodle. The starling monkeyfoots
back up to the thick secure:
more diving board quivers along the baby bough,
testing the spring
of it.
