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Cardinal, goldfinch, titmouse, turkey buzzard— 11
dear companions of my afternoons— 10
above this field, high clouds dream of blizzards 10

to snow me in till spring ends my solitude.  11
Sober’s my binge now, nature my saloon. 10
Wren, mourning dove, house finch, turkey buzzard— 10

for your entertainment, I sing the words 10
of old fifties songs, use baby talk, croon 10
as I walk the field beneath great blizzard-10

dreaming clouds. You gaudy pretties, sweet birds 10
of my senior years—my later’s my soon. 10
Catbirds flit through cedars in the graveyard, 10

turkey buzzards swirl their patterns overhead, 11
across the mountainside sunlight bows a tune 11
rising to blue eternity but heard 10

by the heron fishing the creek, wizard 10
of stillness, creature designed by the moon. 10
Bluebird, jay, chipping sparrow, turkey buzzard, 11
clouds, and field—I dream this life, walk this world. 10