December 11
a day under glass how to explain the air was thick but nothing happened the sun never even rose late geese flew low in an avian shorthand in a lusterless sky
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June 6
a great displacement by such a small bird mostly beak and jewel-hued neck— all other motion stagnant below his arcs craning to look we are too late he rifles each page of the evening sky etches out some new invisible rune cleaves air from air we duck again as chunks of it come crashing down
November 19
And here I am, againseeking the simplest solace the flicker of pinkin an underwing don’t know if you saw itwhich tips me over again, the elegant branchingof a dormant magnolia like alveoli againstthe darkening sky but too brittlefor breath, also but this illusionof inertia is beguilingfor once flight seems franticor perhaps just out of reachto stay rooted exactly here without even the weightof a thought of returning no movement no reckoningthat might be fine
January 17
Birds scatter, lacking surface tension, cohesion. They barricaded the sidewalk, but only on one side, turning back it said DANGER. Even a shrug would be too decisive. Nothing sticks, an oilcloth sky, raindrops and seagull droppings. Could have been much worse, but wasn’t
October 30
Querétaro state by bus, a ripe sunset, pastel trucks, corn fields and sun-bleached rocks. No country has the exact same color of dust. This is already a new life, new eyes. The old highway winds through high desert, fat-paddled cacti, unknown birds, a dark cloud to the North feathering out, the night, halcón, the wistful sky, lindo, listo, ready to take flight
October 29
torrents of rain the hour before departure jewel-tone leaves against a wash of gray the sky gives no hint of time or day leaving I am already a little gone already the cobalt jay catches my eye a promise of color color y calor
July 27
Bird Song #2 Passerine birds have perching feet, all songbirds are passerines– I was unsure at first, feeling more a tinamou, penguin, or skua in worst moods, but having lit upon this branch and begun to sing, I would now need a beak to hide this grin, even in flight I am calling, look, look just what the years have taught me after all, three toes forward one toe back–
March 31
Two shadows below: One cast by the bridge the other birds cast as a net and settled or as much as any living thing can be a shadow and a shadow diffusing like ink nothing ever lasting on water or lasting ever it’s just easier to see here a shadow and a shadow ebbing into flight
March 8
Everything is more these days thank god the sky is staying blue now perforated by baby jays learning how to jay the world a cacophony of birds a shadow in the underbrush apostrophated bark towhee nuthatch I don’t miss much and there are starlings gone to rob a nest everything is more these days the less is so much less
March 3
Slow day into slow night the sun never really did settle on a weather pattern and in the garden under the hooped row half open for venting some cat’s paws have punctuated the soil this all a song of passage it comes from inside this very house percussive in its settling too percussive too insistent I went out to take a good look at the chimney and startled the flicker there it flickered away the […]
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