dregs raze no dark explorers or silver seraphs. just the blur of birdsong and the incoherent catcalls of an indecisive wind. two cardinals come to rest on a power line and kiss before parting_ways. a bumblebee runs her curved tongue across every inch of crabgrass the man who owns this house couldn't find a way to kill. the dandelions are going grey and losing their resolve. see the trail of dried blood left behind by a bundle of broken branches. see the ants that can carry ten times their weight in gold. see the seeds that have fallen between the cracks. each one a stone that once sat at the center of its cultivar's stomach. fragments of foliage spin sideways as they fall into flora. here's the spike they drove into my chest to quell my desire for deepest nectar. they missed the fist behind my breastbone by half a mile. the engine still runs, its muscle diminished by age and overuse but otherwise unimpeded. 230513 what's it to you? who go blather from