mourning dove
country cousins
teardrops on the powerline,
picking the mulch clean.
Forgot the vulture visiting the fence post wondering if the trash can was a dead thing.
The ants feast.
Still, Abundance.
Soon, Rot and sister Ruin.
Guadalupe
apparition, shrine and pilgrimage.
وادي اللب, wādī al-lubb
child of an ancient tongue.
Take the old world and drop it in a new one
not arbitrary, but tributary:
“Among the dead”