Woods from the Trees

Northridge Review, Vol. 5.1 (1987)

Nicholas Campbell

A bluejay
spots me but
is not alarmed.

As I watch, 
it fills a knothole
with acorns, then flies off.

I get a notion
to take one back to town
and I am angry with myself
for the thought.

Looking at the sky
heavy with clouds I think
if I stand here long enough
everything will be white.

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