Rob Schackne #824 - Riddle Me Once (Again)

  Riddle Me Once (Again)

          A bird wind-flung

          or wind-battered
          so spins the houses
          death is waiting there
          & clearly doesn’t care
          where they come from
          where we'll take them
          churches devote to rain
          I can't photograph
          a bird in mid-air
          its wings would be still
          body frozen as a fossil
          so let it move us on
          come at dusk or dawn
          the rain is almost steady
          the tomatoes grow
          don’t make me say it
          someday it’ll come out even
          everything we can get
          someday it'll be even