a bird or a planet. a small wooden object.
cold as a criticism of the sun. no sabbath.
tipsy people learning the rules of emergency.
frightening harps & robins owning art at last.
sure to live forever under frozen bridges.
the old world sparrows you’ve never seen
called snowfinches sing and breed beyond
screens of human ferocity a trembling rock
in any black eye sharp as an Incan blade
how human. how. human. just that. as that.
who’d been writing all this time about the
body in its collided state. whose digital
urges coincided with trees of fruit like
these house sparrows. so birded. so right.