I can drive the dog to
canine chemo
in a minute.
Snake the leaking
sewer line,
watch the last egg
slip from my fingertips
to the tile floor
a little later on.
Right now, I’ve
drifted to the top
of the sycamore tree
and that squawking,
put out, grump
of a blue jay is
going to have to
flip me for his seat.

-- Claudine Nash