[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.