plans – other animals

a strange rhythm wakes me from a sleep I didn’t know I had taken from the closeout bin of a dingy store while the rain ruins plans we didn’t want to keep

and though I’ve made so many plans
when I look in the mirror by accident

before a shower a small bird tumbles
down the stair forgetting about wings and so

we come to this moment when momentous
things may be mouthed into the shabby mirror

of the sky and from the neighbor’s apartment
something like a snort or sigh

plans firm but my limbs lose the paperwork in a violet night

all our plans for November cold leftovers