Where does a bird go
when it rains

this hard
I’ve seen nests

scribbled
in lean branches

but it doesn’t
add up

like how does fog
mask emphatic rock,

these glaciered
exclamations?

These mornings
do not suit

these days–
sunrise

giving in
to rain

the mountains
fade

the snarl
of birds

the feathered
cloud

that hovers up
above the ave

like modern augurs
has been gone

for days,
God,

what does that
foretell?