That black
bird
(brother)
folded wings and landed with a
bounce
shuffled feathers. I felt
my neck stiffen
fingers flex
half expecting that paper shuffle sound
of evaporated leaf
sheaf dry
as sharpened feather
shaft on shaft
barbed with little barbs
entire
crackling zinging
insect
fingernails scratching bearded chin.
Let us practice listening.
Absolute and drenched
in sound innumerable
syllable
unravelled
tugged
and thumbed under lamp
softened on tongue
lightfast
woven warm and home
at last.
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