For she who hatches swatches of what she sees. Snaps through a window
faster than her cat in crouch. For she who measures the trees from the top
down with a lens. Hatchback, glass track. Saturday’s tables captured.
For with her we will learn the bird talk, the staged songs, switch backs and
sidelong glances. For she can organize a bench of twigs on which to sit.
An easy hors d’oeuvre party at Marcy’s, mixing friends like fledglings
come to settle mid-exhaustion in an oval of feathered rest. Or watching
simply for what rolls across the road and comes to a stop. Nest atop.
Refreshing shadow in this summer heat. Soft pecking from inside.
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