May/June 2019 • Vol. XLI No. 3 Nature’s Nature |

Indigo Bunting Madrigal

Riddling like lovers the garden’s lower sward, campestral half-acre — alfafa, wheat, weed-tops repentant with seed in heat mercurial —  these cambering notes, volant, fleet, strop & weave. Sky in my mouth, watching them, their slew, their grainy newsreel, a shieling voice-over, begging, Is there no limit to what the wing-sheared world can feel into a human? Could merely looking on be our most godly act, making death not the final, the only interpretation, but instead this slipping in & out of bereft then ripening sleeves? This diving back, this taking off again, as a truant dreams of everything?

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