February 23
In the holly, a steller’s jay, angles hiding angles– black-beaked, black -crested, less bird than polygon, the very shape of caution– its sleek blue bravura hidden in the shadows of one hundred glossy leaves, I saw momentarily the bird itself, not the brash emblem it presents and loudly projects from blatant chimney perches– It was unguarded I saw a touch of matte on a bird that is all glint and grit and out and open, […]