Swifts in the CityNimble little needle-threaders,pirouetters, flicker-lettersflocked along the lighter weather,fingertips of Bach in feather,Blazon-screeching summer riders,ancient travelling aether-gliders,Apodidae, pilgrim-dressedfor long-remembered flights to rest.Swift to

hummingbirdsLittle, so little, like the view of Jupiterfrom Arizona. Like a sunflower seed. you lick up the buds of pomegranates, milkweed.you live in rosewood and

I Think of a DoorI felt the fall of a fast-fading day, Worried I’d wake in a familiar way:Alone in my bed, unable to seeAll