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



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


Grave Birds

minos revealed


deconstruction cowbell blues