Not wanting to leave
this Wilder place
And he’s following a star--
Writing it down
Each day
The gold finches
Are back
The kitchen table
The flooded warm light
Silent wind outside, the limbs flinch
Whirrr--- and are gone
I walked with the dog
Worried I’d spent too much time
In this abstract head, removed
Missed these amazing moments
Playing themselves out
Gold finches gone
Missed the cottonwoods
all in gold
Back along the ridgeline
Down into the wash
A handful of feathers
I’m down there looking
On my hands and knees, realizing
I’m surrounded by Lion’s tracks
These feathers
had been in a Lion’s mouth
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