a cloud of waxwings
puffs like smoke above the house
the grey sky whistling

a train rumbles
through the cloudstreaked night
naked branches sway

a grizzle grey sky
slow humid February
practices its March

a line of grackles
rows toward the powerlines
criss-crossed vapor trails

Orion
strides through the neighbor’s
grillsmoke

skyways and highways
a vulture’s shadow ripples
clouds across the road

windshield rain
roadside deer skeleton
in lush grass

breath
smokelike
floats
through trees
toward stars

blue jay speaks
in the tongue of hawks
cloudless sky

sunrise
backlit wings
starlings ablaze
angels
in a fallow field