in the fall we miss things,
things that are still falling.
things fall together as well as 
things come apart.

as we walked to wooded island to see the birders and the birds of course 
i thought of the missing birder karin who of course has been missing 
the birds herself for some time save the ones that appear in her window.
now she herself is missing.
i told julia i know she died and i miss her but i feel light. 
i felt her in my walks the day after she died.
i feel the light of her eyes now in the atmosphere.
if the birds were gone of course we would miss them
and so many are gone but we look for the ones here.