Abandoned

[heslopian]

I
Inside my house, the many walls,
all these things interrupting other things

Outside my house, the lines
of my poems, walking on them

II
I see something random
in the garden, nameless

Shoots of new tulips,
a cock-necked starling

Reading the first line, I was worried that this would be a grammatically tortured angst poem, but actually it's almost the opposite. It's brisk, imagistic, and witty, with perfectly placed commas. It reads like a William Carlos Williams in its deceptively simple language and presentation. It's a landscape with a world beneath it, if that makes sense. Thank you for the read