This next poem the title of it is--
it's entitled ''Fundevogel'.'
And there's a note on the poem, it's in Grimms' Fairy Tales.
There is a sentence that reads, the foundling
was called Fundevogel because it had been found by a bird.
"Fundevogel."
My first wife was a wren, and I, the version of some garage.
Up past the creek beneath the forest, she whispered eternity.
And cars drove softly through the yard.
It was always on the porch, in rain, when we first
heard the demented fire climb secretly into the cellars.
So there were secrets there we decided to fear.
Each winter, I desired the porches in their story.
Patches, wood and white railings.
And the children who would have to hang
from the hands of other children.
It was over the creek, and made my wife think twice
before taking the bridge.
One day, a child chased me a good ways with a stick,
before he turned away.
How far had I gone into the forest?
With their hands beneath the fire, when I found
her raining up the road.
Had the child changed angrily, for some half desire?"