The Little Details

the birds made me cry 
yellow belly in the sky 
"the little details" 
says the woman on the phone 
indeed 
the little details 

the buds on branches
forming for spring 
dreaming a green dream
this December over a 
white picket fence 

widowed limbs sing in the wind
a song to which wintered hearts bend
a song on which golden pigeons perch
a song one doesn't find in church 

Inland sea oats too close to shore
withered by Atlantic's breathy snore
yellow roses remind me of home
the strip club patroned 
for the surf and turf alone