Birders pt. 1

We became birders.
We talked all night one night (most nights)
and nearly came to blows but
then we came to birds.

Hammond's Flycatcher
reminded us one morning
(the worst morning) that morning
of course, was breaking
and one would have to win.

I never feel right about winning
and it wouldn't have been right
for him to win. The fight the fights
was and were about, of course, the room.
the things in the space, the smell and also us.

And the place the room was in.
And whether we belonged in it, and there.
it was, you see, too nice. The place.
But places that are nice have birds,
the kind you do not know.

A Hammond's Flycatcher.
You might know, I know.
But I did not. The bird announced
the dawn and so, at last,
I passed my palm across my face
and slept.

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