She started with a grin
Colorful tin tube pressed into hand
You need to change your perspective she told me with a wink
Pressing the tube to my eye
The rearrangement of the bookshelf on the ceiling and the walls
Got me thinking
How each and every word stretched atomically
Makes sense in different directions
Cawing at window,
A murderous gathering;
These fine feathered friends.
The kettle is on,
Releasing peppermint bag;
I had to circle back around, collecting the leftover stars
Did not mean to leave those behind
In my excitement of the evening I departed
Before the deed was done
[she puts her hands on her hips]
Would you gather stars with me?
Saved in the archives retrieved;
Every bit and byte.