“When something new evolves, it is often built out of old parts”
Salt glistens on its wing turns to tongue alkaline sweat of iridescence in summer sun it was a hot gutter it was a hot gutter but there were rainbows
Twitching song of steeler’s jay, attached at the stitched up the botched in the middle -screech of barn owl seeking dark for its maternal, they put the baby in your arms and expect – common loon a smooth jazz riff, albino hunts the steel guitar – furry flapping of bellied sandgrouse, fetal algae up jump the boogie – birdsong triggered by pituitary light
A Poet Librarian 