Never-Ending Birds: Poems

from "Never-Ending Birds"
That's us pointing to the clouds. Those are clouds
of birds, now we see, one whole cloud of birds.
There we are, pointing out the car windows.
October. Gray-blue-white olio of birds.
Never-ending birds, you called the first time--
years we say it, the three of us, any
two of us, one of those just endearments.
Apt clarities. Kiss on the lips of hope.

Binding Type: Paperback
Publisher: W. W. Norton & Company
Published: 04/04/2011
ISBN: 9780393339697
Pages: 112
Weight: 0.35lbs
Size: 8.20h x 5.40w x 0.40d