new kind of keys

all of the birds

and i are out

again

my eyes trying to

memorize their

sky circus

routines

and suddenly

two hummingbirds dive

down deep

skimming the

green shag carpet

the rain

gifted my land

like beautiful

organic jets

they rise into

the gold

and blue

above

my ears search

for the whippoorwill

and she does not

let me down

you are out in

the field and you

look so fine

so fine

i forget to

worship the sun and

worship your

glow instead

early spring

hope in

snatches

and gasps

and

laughter