They got borne away from home. Or was it to home.
What is home. Is it where they still bear with you when you get carried away.

Save that the curtains, drawn
and held by jagged darts
arrest the light with flecks of gold

Who was asking for it­—
Everyone can see
Even today in the formal courtroom,

She merely rotates for me her mask
as if to bring something
born in one world back in another

I swiveled my head then to find a deer
camouflaged by the leaves no longer there
“what should I do with someone’s silhouette?”

The two who stood there
and the two who saw them said
not what they said

Up from the gripping feet
through the twigs of the crooked legs … leaning
                 tensing the tail and ringing the bones

arching out of the fiat black sheen
of coffee table,
the six inch crystal dolphin:

Cunning, I discovered
Loss of legs an asset
To intricate motility.
I have little use

It isn’t easy. We work
without a goal. We have never followed
directions. Splicing together