Grave Birds
(for Morris)
In Drawing for Eagle of Inner Eye
he is pure, sleepless
soft beneath white down fur
Varied Thrush Calling In Autumn
a white rush among brown
touching Morris, himself
Crow, Surf and Moon
is one and more than one
drawn by tide towards doom
Message
moving from quiet rock to middle ground
grown armored, spiky
Like that Bird Experiencing Light
I am all sucked out, surprised
behind my eyes
Seattle Art Museum
1994
Grave Birds