Poem for the first sunny day in Seattle

How the underside of the crow’s wings

glowed when it was dusk

and the light dropped so slow from the sky

a two-hour cue

and the spaces between the leaves went

from peach to pink,

and all about, a tapestry of birdsong


I dangled off the edge of the earth

in sleep,

my legs lost all feeling,

my arms turned to wings.

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