Saturday, April 29, 2017

Lately we alternate between skiffs of snow, 
spatterings of rain. hints of blue sky and a bits of cloud.
But it must be spring because we had to move the 
Forester so they can sweep the gravel from the street.

Yesterday we went for a walk in search of birds,
we found some.

"I remember you. You're the one
who lifted your ancient bones
of fossil rock, pulled yourself free
of the strata like a plaster figure
rising from its own mold, became
flesh and feather, took wing,
arrested the sky."

from Stone Bird
by Pattiann Rogers

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