Something We Forgot


The orioles are back now, 

After the tree-foliage has 



Their sunset bodies

Beg for black 

At the wing tips,


And shelter

Amidst the green.


The Lazuli 

Bunting, A blurring-blue

And orange-cream


Arrives first, blue 

Always present 

Before the green.


In the burning light 

of Fox,—pure leaping—


Earth-dark fur



Chewed until still,

Carried for the reason.