The little boy with hemophilia
speaks in a whisper, they said.
The female traffic cop was too attractive.
People kept stopping to ask directions, I said.
While you were picking berries behind the house,
a bear walked down the driveway, they said.
A tanager, an oriole & a goldfinch, all males,
in a single tree at dusk: three flames, I said.
In Newfoundland’s only remaining ancient forest,
the trees are six inches tall, they said.
We stopped on the way home from D.C.
to read a historical marker for the Shadow of Death, I said.