birds talk migration 

silver ear for every frying noon.
eggs roll into iris. cream & speckled. you & i 
shed feathers over a blue bean. 
took june berries from the hair 
of a dead beast. home is a place
you come to beg. here & more more more.
marigolds that we will not see die.
giving mailbox nights 
everything wqe believe in. 
always knowing there will be
the return. pilgrimage of the spatula.
breaking every china plate & waiting
for a mother to come home. mine 
has a violet sheen to her crest.
she liked to talk green all day.
brought us fragments of her 
wriggling heart. mothers always
skipping children like stones.
now, we find a new field that smells
like chimney friendship. how do you know
where we are going? my body 
is less & less trustworthy. i follow
a vein in the earth. become headlight collector.
do you ever wonder if even the mountains
were once one of us? great birds
who stopped orbit & said,
"here is my soil." bones fusing 
to the rock. hollow still. cave hearts.
chamber after chamber. will you then
keep on with me? fly until 
our wings are moss & then talk again
in a bruised twilight both familiar 
& unraveled. porch light love.
lemon tree song. a man placing his hand
over his eyes to look at us despite the sun.