one protostar
brighter than any other . . .
the collapse
and fragmentation
of this molecular life
the birds that remain nameless
a capercaillie
emerges from pinewoods
into the open,
his glossy black fan
shimmering with light
we paddle
among marsh grasses
illumined
by the swaying suns
of yellow-headed blackbirds
outside
a coyote's den
nothing
remains but feathers
trying to catch the wind
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