made of lock, made of key, made of bone and long windows. made gently, piece on piece, paving stones selected, set— leading to the
what joy for a dusty brown heart beating among the cornrows? the body knows its own songs, hears the rhythm of its own slapstick
Between the highway
and the Minnesota River
herons built a rookery
in cottonwoods...,
Wood ducks down for the night with their bright beaks tucked into the tuft of their brown breast feathers: six gaudy drakes and a