XLII.

(flight)


















the birds around us.
help me to see. plant the images behind my eyes. to grow.
i don't want to forget —

him walking in lines down the parking lot.
practicing syllables at a time.
she and i look across to the twelfth floor.
"it's like we're enemies, isn't it?"

the glowing rainshower.
damp observatory.
night hours of split laughter. slipping into sleep. slurred words and shaking heads.
early morning door wide open.

seeing him across the court, eyes locked, nodding.
quanah.

all of it.

you love me.
the forest is where the birds make their home.