what is the purpose of the sun or of death? that black bird, why is it an omen of ill things and not simply two sharp eyes, scanning the grass below, looking for some delicious meal to drive its sharp beak into?
I don’t have much to say about this one except that I really appreciate the way the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets allows us time to think about these things. I have been to some of their conferences, and the next one is in Sheboygan, which is very exciting (as a local) to me. This poem is one that I wrote at the 2023 conference in Oshkosh.
