Issue 4 Cover_final_web Poecology

Issue 4



Jacqueline Hughes Simon


What Bird but We Would Put Up with Perfection?

The boy makes birds’ nests
           out of native grasses while
                      waiting his turn at the orthodontist.

He let me touch one
          —resembling          a teardrop—
                           the well-worn  floor
                      calmed by his thumb.

Another day, he left one in a bush
              tiny, immaculate.  I recognized it
   carried   it home to sit
                         by a real one, lost
                             to the ground.

Next to the true nest

          (rough weeds, fir needles, hurry and hair
                                               —what color eggs were laid there? —)

                      it shone like lightning mocking the sky.