From the eyelashes of the village streets, blue flowers, whose name I don’t know. I might make one up. A starling is building her nest on the dormer window above my desk—above my left shoulder when I’m sitting here.

I just started reading The Last Usable Hour by Deborah Landau. Her untitled poems are wonderful—no need to imagine names for them.

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