The wind has leaved through my notebook
and left the last page unturned.
Just the beginning, just the beginning.
I laid a face in the oak’s honor.
I built a cairn chanting in chert.
Lizards eyed me
A hummingbird drew in close,
female and Anna’s,
only a meter away from my mouth
as I was reading poems aloud.
The wind seized my skirt.
I added two more bones.