refract ovenbird Here, on the windowsill, the compact form of a bird that has never flown, faceted body bending the light, cheap dollar store plastic writing poems with sunbeams. The canon will never include my name and when I’m gone there are few who will notice. I want nothing of the blinding glare of center stage, I just want to offer my broken body to the transient light to see what is refracted through my eyes. 260326 what's it to you? who go blather from