dig through a plastic trash bin—
hard clacking claw steps
White-tiled station walls—
a Mexican musician’smournful nasal song
from One Bird One
Stone:
Epitaph: Here lies
a dead red robin, waitingto become a rose
*
Crushed on the sidewalk
and raided by busy ants—
sky-blue robin’s egg
The sputtering start
of a sprinkler at sunrise—a door opening
On steep sandy slopes
“Subject To Reservation”lone picnic tables
*
Cutting overgrown
explode into flight
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