1.
—with fractured language
falling from a blueblack beak.
Stuttering vowels,
split phrases. Cacophonous.
Raw words costumed in plumage.

2.
We were a gesture,
a completeness undefined;
yet we shaped the wind,
the patterns of elm branches
crossed over the blank sky.

3.
The moment hovers,
circling with iridescent
wings, suspended close—
an unfolding overhead
as a dark epiphany—

4.
The night, once fractured
into fractions of the flock,
jabs and clutters, full.
One voice echoed the many—
now there is only silence.

5.
The moment fractures—
an acorn splintered, broken
segments all representing
past, present, future motions,
the day hunched and fragmented—