Black-Capped Chickadee: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack
after Tracy K. Smith
I hear its song before I see it,know it's here in the forestbefore it knows I'm hereor maybe my ear dragssomething larger, somethingheavier from the sky to mybrain seeking its sense? Whateverburns out also sings out, makesa noise I stir like a fire now as audibleas the color of chalk or a thoughtthat taunts dully before sleep. Becausethey fly, the birds strike bordersin the sky we can't see. I'll returnto this moment later in life dozensof times. The heat of the daygristles and glistens to light.
Copyright © 2022 by Adam Clay.
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