Splint

1.

I was once 10.

What else do you want to know?

Another bookmark,

leaning on taller pickings?

a good luck charm,

you think,

like the splinting of threads and words,

the so,

the such,

the being out there,

in there;

propagating not knowing how to how to?

2.

And do I ever remember the last time I saw tiny pink mums!

Because I saw some today

after November drooped the weeds.

Where are the goldfinches?

Already full of spring light?