ABRI: COTE D’AMOUR by Paul Blackburn

I am an unquiet bird
My head falls forward with fatigue at evening
wings folded
several successes several failures, yes
it’s been a long loveless day

If I’d hunted the stones to the south

. .(the stone outside us is beauty
I might have done better
Well
tomorrow,
no matter, tomorrow. . .
. .(and the stone within us is love
. . . .both

stone will bust the beak
or break the foot or the wing
there is no other way to live

I suppose we are all Orpheus if we would

. .No, I’m not
dozing or dreaming of home
. .I am home.