[Two birds flew around a branch]

Two birds flew around a branch.

You saw this. You saw


one, struck, fall into what

is below and in that water


stretched by strings it seemed

out, feathers at strained


and calculable ages, still

in its geometry, fly in circles


to the edge. We are all different

with some people. In summer


you found Loretta

in a bush. She did not


recognize you. Where was she

going. At the edge, standing,


you saw the bird step--

nothing is going to happen


to you--to where rippling

breaks step from reflection,


out of its depth and pivot

down to float back out.