You flew
in my room
I’d left
the door
cracked against
the autumn air
A wren you were
no bigger
than a latchkey
Lucky for you
it was only me
in residence
The cat was
gone
just dreaming
perhaps
of mayhem
I did what I could
you remember
to keep you
from the window
till you tired
of hitting glass
and shitting
on the sill
and made it
out again
in the big
bright world
I watched you go
Saw you stop
not knowing
for a moment
who you were
Looking back
like a child
leaving home
George Murphy
I did not think I would spend more than a couple of minutes on your zine, but I did. Thanks