Parading

up: airglow: sky a cicatrix: purpling, paler, damage,

when everything is snow

Often I imagine the earth

My heart becomes

And you’ve made the world. And it is vast

And which, though taken to be tame and staid,

I love a person leaving who sees birds in other worlds, nearby.

And what was never there

I’m stumbling in a thin coat flapping at my

Look at the birds. Even flying