I heard a bird congratulating itself all day for being a jay. Nobody cared. But it was glad all over again, and said so, again.


The Way It Is: New and Selected Poems (ed. Graywolf Press, 1998)


I heard a bird congratulating itself all day for being a jay. Nobody cared. But it was glad all over again, and said so, again.

I heard a bird congratulating itself all day for being a jay. Nobody cared. But it was glad all over again, and said so, again.

I heard a bird congratulating itself all day for being a jay. Nobody cared. But it was glad all over again, and said so, again.

I heard a bird congratulating itself all day for being a jay. Nobody cared. But it was glad all over again, and said so, again.