To make music from a bone
that’s hollowed out and cut with stops
is a kind of resurrection.
2.8
Gallery of Extinct Birds (and other poems)
No one told me I would reach
an age in which I seek out
birds, finding joy in gold dust
finches,….
Some Advice (and other poems)
If a learned man scans
the work of your mind and finds
the meter lacking (unrefined?)
put a wolf in your poem.