and_always_birds raze water warps the dirt with all the subtlety of a hammer hitting glass. a rain-slicked sparrow samples the nearest seed. safflower, son of asteraceae. garbage gathers in the gutter. not mine, but here now to be acknowledged and named. every puddle is a poem bereft of words, fed by the whisper-breath of a burnished sky, sunless and sagging. here's to the winged ones who light the way — each fragile fleeting body a flickering flame. 250402 what's it to you? who go blather from