In the morning light that surprised in all the surrounding
darkness of the era I am only hungry for the world to change

its tune from Virus Major to Canis Minor like back when all
the sad dogs sought regular companionship through the day.

Though home is where the heart is (TJ MAXX propaganda)
the heart is home far too often, staring to the sky in need of

a long embrace from ever-shifting clouds that spread thinner
and thinner by the wings of blackbirds gloriously racing

through the whiteblue plane.

(originally published in Pendemic, Spring 2020)