Four Cardinals

afternoon lost

memory it could almost

have disappeared but for the ripple

the color of the sky Deutscher’s

daughter daughter

of a linguist could not

party we introduced

ourselves by our house

numbers 24 as if

our fingers brush as we try

to remember

what it is we forgot

and blacks a blue

stepped beak sharp

as a pick Our worship

whole its prey has been

known to

choke Its diet

and other birds Tonight

the Worm Moon rises

in the company

constellations To the north

a bell ting

tings the 506

from this house

where the floors tilt

in every

side down 18’s bird

feeder swings A ripple

the color of