she’d been
northern junco
out
rustling among dry leaves
in the front
raking
sorting
through seed hulls
her buttons
because it was
what spring
a nice
day
required
of
her species
Jody Gladding’s poetry collections are Translations from Bark Beetle, Rooms and Their Airs, and Stone Crop.
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