Three Poems about Chickadees

(I)

chickadees linger
at the feeder:
I put them in a poem
and celebrate
our continued imprisonment

(II)

chickadees
on the back fence
and now in this poem –
at the end of grasping
are these always empty hands

(III)

morning forest
filled with frozen buddhas
and chickadees singing them awake

 

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