Birds play with a twig of millet I make signals with my fingers No one understands what I say This is the way I want it, I get it
2.Evaluate The Broken Things
Your hands make me dirtier than I was at the beginning I do not mind that at all, love Luck provides me many things: I have your cleansing mouth
3.Re/Evaluation of Movement
There has been little, and only on one side – meaning both sides, but independent of each other, yet obviously showing the causal effect of your words
4.Re/Evaluation of Motion
One of us is a defective clock and the other is a boomerang You think you know which is which but I have promised the silent cuckoo I’ll never tell
John Findura holds an MFA from The New School. A Pushcart Prize nominee and a guest blogger for The Best American Poetry, his poetry and criticism appear in journals such asVerse, Fugue, Fourteen Hills, Copper Nickel, No Tell Motel, H_NGM_N, Jacket, and Rain Taxi, among others. Born in Paterson, he lives in Northern New Jersey with his wife and daughter.