lessons_from_tufted_titmouse tender_square turn yourself into an agent of dusk, woodland-edger. canopies of sugar maple shake their veins and venules to circulate the honey of your song against the atmosphere—don’t diminish your voice. mercury’s magnetism made your plumage silver, your beaded eyes hematite and probing. when life gives you peanuts, bust your beak like a pickaxe on the fibers of the shell, the way you did when you emerged from the egg your mother birthed, breaking in instead of busting out. 220218 what's it to you? who go blather from