Seven geese, wheeling northward,
Freed from earth,
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ “Let birds.”
Another bird poem
I have nothing for youexcept hollow bonesa secret void inside me,watching the birds, waiting…
the nectar sat, untouchedfermenting like cherry sodain the June heat
There’s nothing to say now to Eugene Victor Debs or William Jennings Bryan. No spring under iron wheels and no thaw in the concrete borders…
A strange birdPicked and preenedHer way throughThe immunity of the sky