Poem 20150921

dizzy from a year
in the new house
or maybe it’s
the fumes from cleaning
the stove

you see the things
that have been fixed
but zero in
on the things yet to do
still boxes
in my office
and the yard
is a mess
not dead
but struggling

the finches celebrate
by eating the nyjer seed
out of the swaying feeders
and shitting in the grass