The flock of fifteen
or so, blue birds, Jays
across the field
and that of my vision.
In twos and threes
and struggling singles
making their way
to winter over
James Brown road way.
The flock of fifteen
or so, blue birds, Jays
across the field
and that of my vision.
In twos and threes
and struggling singles
making their way
to winter over
James Brown road way.
the oracular beard 