if revered
there may be
tears-
yesterday
there were three
blackbird
in the agave
they looked at me
without
rancor
question
or regret
quite
quiet
quit it
i thought
sure
persistent
an inordinate
pause
they ordained
with their
glance
i said
i am
the head
of a church
and considered
wallace stevens*
returned
to finish
the washing up
uh..
his great poem-13 ways of looking at a blackbird..