as in the genetic unlikeness of like forms
when resemblances or similar contours
evolve for the same
but completely different reasons
yes no comparison to be had between
the wings of birds of insects of bats
I love you and you love me
winged similarities
like the panda’s thumb
as opposed to ours for instance
enabling you to grab my arm squeeze
and the panda’s —a single padded bone
adapted for grasping a stalk of bamboo
whales too kept
something of their thumbs
to remember the land by
grew fins like fish yet not
thumb say the word I think of my own
it’s only natural
the way love makes you think
you can enter into another
creature and speak for it
there’s a danger in me
almost persuading myself
you love me don’t you deep down
I know it as certainly
as yellow-rump warblers fly back
to these very trees year after year
or that the crows
pecking at a squirrel’s carcass on the street
in front of the house where I live
just have another way
of loving the world