|
Bird and Tree
Today a bird flew into the yard and landed on the tree we almost cut down, the one
that is thin with one dead branch arching over the fence.
A scrawny kind of bird, a wren or sparrow, or a chickadee perhaps, common and
cheerful. Look, you can see it now.
Where It Is Written on the Back of an Envelope
A leaf was folded to hold what
otherwise might disappear
a pouch in which to gather some
a satchel for carrying more
A picture a traveler drew
to remember what was set out for
a kind of plant, an animal
not forgetting
from there the first letter,
a speech, and drawings
on a cocktail napkin
folded into an envelope
recovering primal
impulses
the art
of remembering.
|
