Blind Date

 

Blind Date

 

Yesterday the crow

            lifted the stiff/froze squirrel

                        her frost-fur a prism glint

this squirrel was

            headless and the crow

                        didn’t mention it, each

open to each.  Neither seemed

            timid in touching, being relieved

                        of these streaky shades of

pink: neck, tongue

            a dawn camouflage.  See these

                        briefly similar interiors: where

sound once was

housed, then unhoused.

                        Moments, only moments.