outside s's new studio
in my right hand i could feel warmth
unexpectedly through the cheap translucent shopping bag
as i pulled a feather from the clamped beak.
the window above my head reflected a perfect blue utah sky
wearing an almost imperceptible smudge with wings,
feathers everywhere at my feet.
in the aspen nestlings shiver, open mouths turned upward.
21-mar-2007
Copyright ©2007 by Frank Brown