all photos by Tim, b&w film, ricoh camera
the neighbor keeps a flock
of pigeons; driving by
on the snowy road this morning
they were aflight
flying in an infinity
figure-eight, their wings
beating fast, sweeping and
curving in unison like one bird.
the lone white one is the one I track.
snow on the fields
shining in the sun like salt flats
like the sky has proposed to the earth
with a billion diamond rings
the sun shining on the soaked roads,
heavy and golden ancient mayan headdresses
thickets once more bare,
last week they were encased
in glass - and the darker knots
in their branches were birds' nests
wearing dollops of snow.