scratch

she’d been

northern junco

out

rustling among dry leaves

in the front

raking

sorting

through seed hulls

her buttons

because it was

what                    spring

a nice

day

required

of

her species

Jody Gladding’s poetry collections are Translations from Bark Beetle, Rooms and Their Airs, and Stone Crop.

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