It was two cardinals in a wing beat landing that made me believe in the Cherokee return of your messagesI was startled by the sun with my hand lifted ..
things that bend
so far I am upright with coffeewalking straight, although I weaveinside over bent backs and eyesthat look hungry for informationI do..
It was when grief
It was when grief turned at the waistlike a slender neck falteringa desultory voice circlinginside my lipsWhat could be said of dea..