Another Documentary

Here’s a spoiler: the wildebeest gets away.
Four lion cubs mewl until sundown.
The setting sun is a predictable, coveted red. 
You know the waterhole bursts with grief.
You know wading birds stretch further north,
and salmon abandon fresher waters, caking
their gills with salt. The polar bear appears,
a ring of gosling down around his mouth.
Always these vast spaces –
these grasslands, these ice sheets, these hidden
benthic zones. I always spot you at the end
of the vastest parking lot, my shadow
longer than your height.  

On the Colors of Many Birds

Ask the flamingo picking out pink slivers of brine shrimp, blue
is a structural color. I cannot gain it from downing quantities of bluejays.
It is not in my ribcage, though I suspect my abdomen is mostly blue  -
this, a hypothesis formed upon seeing fingers streaked with plumes of the bluest
chalk. The sidewalk was overwhelmed with bluebonnets.  
I could not speak through this mouthful of blueberries.
As if torn, my viscera called out in wonder. 

Another Documentary

Here’s a spoiler: the wildebeest gets away.
Four lion cubs mewl until sundown.
The setting sun is a predictable, coveted red. 
You know the waterhole bursts with grief.
You know wading birds stretch further north,
and salmon abandon fresher waters, caking
their gills with salt. The polar bear appears,
a ring of gosling down around his mouth.
Always these vast spaces –
these grasslands, these ice sheets, these hidden
benthic zones. I always spot you at the end
of the vastest parking lot, my shadow
longer than your height.  

On the Colors of Many Birds

Ask the flamingo picking out pink slivers of brine shrimp, blue
is a structural color. I cannot gain it from downing quantities of bluejays.
It is not in my ribcage, though I suspect my abdomen is mostly blue  -
this, a hypothesis formed upon seeing fingers streaked with plumes of the bluest
chalk. The sidewalk was overwhelmed with bluebonnets.  
I could not speak through this mouthful of blueberries.
As if torn, my viscera called out in wonder. 

Another Documentary
On the Colors of Many Birds

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