Congressional Freshman

your mother reminds me of you

up a ladder and each of her arms

with its own Martin house

the wind vain appealing

the thunder unmarked

her absent eyebrows

permanently raised

braille for those searching

for a self no doors no windows

just holes she uses a hook

to close them down for winter

some other bird type

will occlude

ladders and legs

store unwieldy can't say we

said much to each other

out in the rolling oceans

of indefinite lawns

where roses ink as coral

all the metallic hoverings

bee dragon maple winged

a deliverance into days

some scarf that treasured

her attentions

the meander boll would cotton

its own organized clutter

and rumage til she held up

two flashlights like binoculars