On My 52nd Birthday (after Marie Howe) Here, in the middle—or maybe it’s further from the beginning, the day, not yet an X, but another chance to find some gift in the shrillness of summer, droning on & desiccated as a cicada husk, thorax-split & clearly brittle but clinging, still. In afternoon’s white-hot light, nothing shines brighter than the blue-black feathers of a great-tailed grackle with moon snail eyes.
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Beautiful and evocative…love the blue black, too!
So lovely. It was a pleasure to read several times in a row.