1
this is only evidence
the rattling that betrays
a flock of sparrows
in the branches of a barren shrub
gathered
and pressing the stems
like a small cold wind
the rattling that betrays
a cat in a dry rose bush
collected like parts of a rumour
2
there are no petals
on a wet black bough
no apparition to blend
these two mysteries
that I found your love without looking
is not your fault
and not mine