homing devices

i wish for ribbons in a robin nest

something cozy, before the wind howled.

some place subtle, some place blessed

scooched in close, safe from scowl.

certain raft in cedar, incensed

by wood not ire. neither foul

nor rancid fleshed, peaceful sense

of home. less growl, more owl;

less jowl and teeth, more pal and fleece

less crawl and grief, more valley and motif.

less gall and more belief

less mal, more green leaf.

these are the blessings the waifs did seek

even child ghosts search for succor and relief.

coming to the window of years-long house:

to this day, we leave dishes of milk.