where that heron used to stand

a painting of a heron

“A dinosaur.”

Said with a dismissive tone, as if it should’ve known the sky was glass.

indigo bunting corpse / in front of my door / shockingly blue

throwing his voice so the woodstove warbles—Carolina wren

forty blackbirds gurgle & creak in the ash tree

no hint of Canada now in these local geese

only its inner eyelids have fallen shut

a sharp-shinned hawk cuts through my trance