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Emotion | Instinct



The blue-black form of the crow in flight

hot against the grey-white July sky:

A grammar, of sorts: Perceiving its distinc-

[“T”]ness, yes; but also wondering: Does it 

know wonder? It flips and drops in 

the heat wave’s updrafts—with, and/

or against, the wind: That’s like a laugh, 

distinctly seems shaped like an ecstasy 

in a pure act—pure action—“in-stinct”—

Its shape against: also a bar or barrier,

a defining thing; each name, a carrier.



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The perched hummingbird scratches with his fine toe

a spot just above his eye: turn of the head: Ah. Just so.

Then: off to crush his enemy, that other hummer,

he knocks the nuthatch off a branch for good measure.

In a swift turn of events, the fig beetle wins the battle 

over the mulch, burrows below the kangaroo paw,

which decides to continue blooming indefinitely, impossibly.

A young crow wags the power line like a jump rope—rough

landing—while two lemon-yellow butterflies joust over

said kangaroo paw (pink), presumably in dispute 

for the right to make more lemon-yellow butterflies.

The fox squirrels can’t decide who rules the coral tree.

Small chaos in the garden, in the margins of tragedies, 

of so many huge defeats. But struggle itself, a matter of scale.