Other Feathered Things little bird.Little fragile featheryflustered thing. I have been waiting for youfor all of my life. I have beenbuying birdseed and letting the breadgo stale. I caught all the crickets,I gave away the cats.i have been waiting in this darkroom with my hands cuppedlike a supplicant to dust.little birdI try not to knowthat you will notlive longbecause you will have many friends andmaybeyou will never hurtanyone.your small talons will scratchmy fingers, when you come, and iwill rejoice.if I keep you in a cage you'll never find me.if i leave you a
Sand and SaltSand and SaltThe ocean stole grains of sand from uspulled unnoticed one granule at a time,(wrapped as we were in whispers)and replaced each with saltfilling the depressions left-no longer footprintsbut lakes and seas ofsloshy saltwater foamour whorls at their depthsimpressions containing us within themeddies crashing over ridgesdrawn by the gravity between us.As the tempest subsidescyclones spun from sighsshut their eyes anddeposit quartzen siltalong the bed.