Parts of a Rumour


this is only evidence

the rattling that betrays
a flock of sparrows
in the branches of a barren shrub

and pressing the stems
like a small cold wind

the rattling that betrays
a cat in a dry rose bush

collected like parts of a rumour


there are no petals
on a wet black bough

no apparition to blend
these two mysteries

that I found your love without looking
is not your fault
and not mine