this morning in the yard, a bluejay
tuesday, robin
starlings, pigeons, crows
diminutive finch harmlessly hopping the electric highwires
the first wild onion flowered
that the dogs watered
polio and daisy cry, yen to fly
dig out a tulip bulb
a red flywheel cut in fours by rain
sunk in brack and shards of glass
chard against the wall
apple petals, lime, and littered ash
beyond the tracks, the arboretum
lilac of latenight headaches, hay
gunshot song, commuter hum
and my sunday contribution—scotch and jay
