the wind has blown you here again brought you to my deck
oh white-crowned sparrow trill trill trill your striped head
appeared
from sunflower seed husks
moldy leaves that look
like burned
remains
pick-pick-picking scratch-scratch-scratching
clawed feet kick high fast glean gold
what a stench rises from these soggy piles
cold Michigan is just waking clouds thunder so dreary yet you
return
to feed to revel in the mess of rot and dirt
to chase
house sparrows and juncos how the cardinal the red-winged
blackbird give you grief still they cannot
phase you
for a few days oh winged visitor
I will claim you who are like one who crosses back from another
realm
what’s left to know but the unknown
arrival departure arrival
departure oh yes a world can fall apart
in an instant see how flesh dissolves
look
the wind whips my brown feathers
hungry I scrabble pick what remains then for us
open sky sun so night comes stars wheel
we spiral higher
become air
is this
the bird way