A Sign Lol Was Getting Better
Walking along the cart path, yesterday
Lol saw what looked like
a piece of handmade paper dangling
from a branch of the Desert Mesquite.
She reached upward, took
the delicate wisp between her thumb and index
finger and felt its fragility.
Lol called the scrap a shred of the wren's home,
folded it into quarters and
placed it inside
the large empty pocket of her windbreaker.
She would look at it more closely