When you push spread the door, we g...

When you push spread the door, we glimpse wings undulating from the cap forward the adobe wall up to a branch of a silver poplar across the shire road.
Is it a hawk or owl? Later, at midnight, I catch the odor of budding agapanthuses in cans notice a bright orange coal in the fireplace,
listen to the arc of your breathing. I do not ne to slurp sake or nibble the lips of a humphead wrasse to savor each day. I separated forty-nine stalks
in my hands and began the motion of