That mockingbird out back daily
this morning does jazzy chatter—
all I need to keep sleeping
forget I’ll die from this world
where a bird brain has no clue …
That clearing sky in which
squall-torque shapes blue flirtations
darts of virga finger landscape
storm front slips off like a shawl
and even Gewitterwolkenschwarm
can’t begin to show how clouds
come or go and litigate thunder-
swirling wonder-fugue that has
its way with you and leaving lingers …