a corvair swerves
& clips the shoulder
so they’re missing
link —she calls it —
& pretty things, he,
in kick-up dust
usual per byway —
more than Many-
Crows, who knows
their names, ‘strut’,
& that’s ‘curious’,
‘tho the shone one
carries off the
hooded falcon
there, on mossy rock —
the falling bees
sweep pollen 3by3,
for winter keap,
& honey climbs
to get it back
ayaladn 