...picked up on a long walk and carried home in your pocket
Wednesday, April 30
Looking, walking, being
The great tit finds a fat black sunflower seed he likes the look of. He holds it delicately in his feet and digs his beak in. I shift my gaze a hand-span and read Levertov's poem, my eyes burrowing into fanfare, howl, madrigal, clamor.