you used to miss the
the little egret as if running over water
with its vivid yellow toes.
you recall, too the game plan with
snow white ducks and the slick path
the way they mean for you
leading to the ponds and marshes
And those tall cranes stand as statues
gaze fixed on the water and then the
squabbling over tiny fish
end up being funny.
without brush the walking shoes
you know you will throw them,
cracks between the floor boards
and the rose curtain disappearing too,
paintings on the wall,
they are the enemy and they are not,
you think you have the sole right,
You kill them without a thought.