All my birds are here.
This would have moved my sister.
My nephew twitters like a sky
full of starlings, as if speech
was something brand new.
The house is alive with talk.
It is a beautiful thing.
There hasn’t been a peep
from their Father.
What plot is twisting in his mind.
I read in the newspaper
that his nude portraits
won a substantial prize in Venice.
The legal rollercoaster is not over
but I will be ready.