the grackles flew

this morning
from the wire
like ink dispersing
in soap water sky

then returning
to the wire
like the inside of
your forearm skin

the grackles flew

this morning
from the wire
like butterflies in
the stomach of desire

then returning
to the wire
like truth perceiving
an infallible notion

the grackles flew

this morning
from the wire
like hair wild
escaping contentment

then returning
to the wire
like pins pinning
placated residuum