Housewarming Party
Housewarming Party
By Caleb Edmondson
There are two little goldfinches
huddled in a crevice
of the lone tree
standing by the pond
where I jog in the morning.
Early light catches
the fuzzy surface
of a passing dandelion
puff. It holds the air
for a moment, then falls
To the water. The swelling wave
fills my lungs with pine
and prickly burrs. How still
this moment can be. Listen.
The dirt is singing.
