wren Soma Shyly I held her out to you, all may love, curled snug in the palm of my hand, not a shimmering hummingbird but instead a bashful wren. She ruffled and opened out into her quiet grey beauty, Her eye looked into the forever within your gaze. All the minerals in her bones, every placating feather, all the wind's wild songs: I handed these to you. You looked but didn't see. Then you saw. Then you turned away. 241209 what's it to you? who go blather from