leathery
wrapped
shoulder-to-shoulder
companioned
at
dusk
our
maelstrom unfurling
like
swallows
conferring
at one
patch
of sand in the San Lorenzo River
whirl
of ash skyward
rows
of soldiers below
never-ending
touch-&-gos
spangled
mallards in 3-duck formation
scan
for landing
every
pass a tighter curl
lock
on target, shallow glide
into
splashes & skids
the
water scarcely disturbed
next
to Ray on the plane
a
woman suffers a heart attack
(it
wasn’t something he said)
Afaa’s
class in Boston takes on Mother
Courage
someone
is always standing
at
ground zero
detonated
transform
body
to mist
body
heat to heated air
better
to dissolve completely
than
live grievously injured
bystanders
spattered
in
south Florida
early-twentieth-century
hunters
looked
forward to spring
for
targeting rookeries — heron, ibis, egret —
killing
the nesting pairs
for
feathered hats, not hate
their
families so poor they ate gull eggs
still,
people ask
how
can it happen here?
so
placid with insular contemplation
innocence
does not equate
to
protection
the
spring wind pummels new-leafed branches
borrows
orange petals
iris
& agapanthus blossom in their place
flowering
maple is not maple
but
Chinese lantern, Indian mallow
cousin
to flannel flower
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