burial with rain

[13 dancers]

.this morning, the song sparrow’s missing head..

.a delicacy for the coyote’s mouth..

.faded teal feathers hidden by dusty brown crinoline—taken, too..

.you said, let’s drive diagonally through crisscrossed streets..

.toward colors painting the sky-fall twilight—

a necessary thrill..

.the ghost of the house stole your newest watch..

.time isn’t helpful, she said..

.g minor is the saddest key because we’re digging a hole in the ribbon of woods’ dirt floor..

.the other birds watch the velour-blanket-shroud..

.it’s teal, one of us said..

.to match the feathers underneath..

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