ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 4
LOOKOUT
looking out from a window in the treetops
where just this morning a host of blackbirds
came through moving from branch to branch
never stopping only resting a minute then
flying off through the fog over our ripple in the hills
their calls to each other were unceasing they held
the flock together and not one stayed behind
a few minutes and they were gone but left
some shit a few unnecessary feathers and a chill
in the heart since their passing seemed a warning