The sky holding to its breath-
New cloud white unfolds,
So the tender natures of a secret:
There's ruin at the root of it,
Gray figure on the tree line, gray
A wave and it turns
The Lesson of the Birds
It's to keep birds from eating, you say,
Because nature is sly, or seemingly,
You say it's because the birds don't see the heart is guarded,
It's the birds, you say, we envy.
Jason Stumpf holds an M.F.A. from Washington University in Saint Louis and currently lives in Rhode Island. His poems have recently appeared in LIT, New American Writing, and Pool.
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