I've freed birds caught in traps
small hearts all
a rumble. "All cry," the crows
say, black and blue and bittenó
their confessions come now
I've carried lilacs through rain
broken their branches and hoped
they would not wither. And now I watch
starlings on the wire
one by one drop into unknown
As clouds darken down
another notch, the smell
of ferns seeps into me.
A day to stroll into,
to measure shadows,
to measure light, and it's only
after night falls that I understand.
The fern uncurls,
the rain still on its leaves,
as if wanting to throw
itself away in summer.