Screams high up.
A redtail
strafed by two crows.
I know someone
who is alive somewhere.
I saw many comments on the screen
but none of them were hers.
Sometimes you have to stand out in the field
and look upwards, and then you must pretend
the stones at your feet are not objects of interest
when they are.
Feathers spiral downward.
–with lines by Mary Ruefle.
