Warm late daylight lengthened across these wooden floors
either today or yesterday, I'm not sure when.
I waited through the lengthening across this place, soft
yellowing light. I had to do something I don't want to repeat
& don't know why I can't avoid it here, in the porous
forking woodwork of my head & its outcroppings.
A child with a cat's head said
Hello in passing to passers-by
all that season we were
sustained by others' means,
having ourselves already gone
by at least once a day
for what felt like forever, while
a child with a bird's head
smiled & spread out wings.
Its feathers were different
colors, each feather somebody
else every other person
ended up someone else
spread wide out.