We Can’t Escape the Fact That We’re Not Enough for Each Other

Brambling, bullfinch, chaffinch, crossbill,
goldfinch, greenfinch, hawfinch, redpoll,

a new edge between us scissors
through air, routing music
from throats, birds from perches.

They spill, forming
flurries like snow but
tough as flint

and I feel every atom of
their shifting,
flickering wingbeats.

Nightjar, nuthatch, dipper, pipit,
woodlark shorelark, skylark, swallow,

I had birds once.

I let them go.

from Kitsune (Cinnamon Press, 2015), ? Jane McKie 2015, used by permission of the author

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