First Bird
First bird I ever loved
I was caddying for
A small band of high rollers
In candy colored golfwear.
They had those clothes
And a beautiful girl in tow
Las Vegas green-on-brown golf.
Lives were shorter then
Men were too.
The girl said prayers
And the birds listened
And they forgave us
In the name of universe central.
One jackdaw remained behind
When the golf men began
Firing.
In the morning the men had
Magically reinvented themselves
And gave good god
And brought the outside in
Came back as golf birds themselves
And twinkled in the trees like
Feathery phase-shifted stardust.
