we made a home out of You
with my very beak and the
hollyhock decor
velvet snow blanket
on the roof of this house too
crude heart that i’ll
mould so gently
i won’t leave a mark i’ll just
leave my
gentle mark to remember
this home is ours
the very ridges we sang
through and
the hymn that we rang out
with
begging for guidance
together,
a home out of wood
out of tree
out of two
feeble beaks