day breaks
like a wishbone
how lucky
that the longer portion
remains with us
in darkness
under the interstate
in that dull
interminable thunder
a school of salmon-
colored leaves
stream down
from trees given
scraps of now-
worthless land
a cylindrical concrete pier
is tree enough
for virginia creeper
its forked tendrils
its scarlet molt
a bit of fox grape
and now for
a fish crow’s
falsetto caw
