the moment of open eyes

jets lace the sky with silk smoke webs decaying like sound

barney disarms the army

we rescue a loon

we tend to favor the status quo.    zia haider rahman, in the light of what we know

the barney strut

archaic torso

tell mama, please

star mill

sheep in the graveyard. some catastrophe unlocated.

she call her loon call and my heart pulls up like a kite

she needs help today

she turns an cries like a babe, in fear and appeal.

rest, i will send for help.

prison ship shame

baby loon

broken heart on a winter beach

oh honey, i hope you make it.

i called the bird rescue and they came to get you. i imagine you now in a warm enclosure remembering this scary moment with a feather shuffling happy shudder.

attempts to belong fail till grown over with moss and lay like petroglyphs under blankets spongy living and dead.  hundreds of years pass and the developers come.

no. i think the caretaker was excessive. i think the chartaker unnecessary. i think he carried poison on his person. i think he was old and died. i think the coyotes shat on his stamp of earth.

maxime gets miffed

maxime tries to treat-block copp.

like a voice from a very small valley.

isitso

i saw a mound with a dead tree and a blurred red scarf and imagined the caretaker buried not here but on a small crusty moon with dead grass.

i think she's relaxing a little and i hate to leave her.

i wasn't anyone today

i saw a tidal head somewhere too, and subsequently wished i had married them.

i long to hear you now

i draw closer to a loon in distress

i couldn't concentrate, i was concentrated somewhere else i imagine, though i know not where that would be.

day by day, oh dear lode

he felt at home only in a miniature world the world had passed by.

copp meets loon, gets a little close, gets a peck, small howl of surprise.

circles with fences.

two year old charlie haden singing a country tune and tiny yodeling, and looking at a hurting loon, the two songs mingle in tears.

barney was stuck in the kitchen again today

two classics

beak twisted by toxic waste

aftermath