Emily Wilson

Rookie (1968 / Ohio / United States)

Small Study - Poem by Emily Wilson

Sparrows swiveling the feeder
so the seed whorls
so the dove can come from its fix
in the waver of cedars.
Some one makes a husk note
that a pair can flare into as if
built from that scutch
of the undergrowth—
roughening birds, birds skimming into
slits they fit into in trees between
loads of the branches—
through paths
through encampment
go dozens who work the steep yews
combing the motes of the dove or
milling its ground, shifting its bandings
of gray and mole gray, taupe and slate gray
beginning to scuff
into lozenges, drab and saxe blue—
one of them nicking
the field where there's tilt
off center
flocked in the shreds of new balsam
or come from the rendering
junctions or sorts through the deal—
afterward seamed in the fledge—
coal and flush gray, fuse and rush wove or
let go


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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 21, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, July 21, 2014


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