augury doggerel

Wednesday, August 14, 2002


Wagtails (Motacilla alba, Pliszka siwa, Bachstelze, Lavandera blanca, Bergeronnette grise, Ballerina bianca, Witte Kwikstaart) meet me at the edge of the lawn and lead me over the grass many mornings. Their tails are hinged at the base and flick up, flick up, when they land and look. They stop and check and flick and then they're twenty paces ahead in a tree or on a wall. When I work, one will land on the ledge and sidle suicidal and jump but never hit bottom. The next day, the same black eyes on the same sharp edge. Looking at me, through me, or back at itself?


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