Conditions
August 27, 2008
In the event that we
spend our time from here on out
growing farther and farther apart:
If, God forbid,
the burning light that I can see
is your passing comet, growing smaller:
If the dreams in which I see you
continue with that piercing, melancholy soundtrack
and if your legs keep carrying you away:
If, for some reason
the burden of building a life somewhere else
grows heavier than this love,
the love we share now:
If the scales are somehow tipped too far that way:
Forget everything of me.
Forget everything but this:
In my silence, inside of me,
a purple martin flapped wildly,
struggled madly to be seen.
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August 29, 2008 at 3:47 am
i like this.
for what it’s worth, in my reading, two things about purple martins in these eastern parts caught my eye:
“They nest exclusively in man-made bird houses, of which about a million are provided. It is the only bird totally dependent on humans for nest sites.”
and
“The Purple Martin is unusual among birds that use nest boxes; several pairs will nest in a single box with multiple compartments. However, one male will attempt to defend multiple compartments.”
Which is my way of saying our nesting box has a lot of compartments in it.
August 27, 2009 at 4:59 pm
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