daniel joseph
not to forget
i had almost forgotten
not to forget
the black/white/blue birds
the tree swallows
diving like
darts
beyond the window
darting like
divers
peripherally
as i walked to nowhere
for my sake(?)
as you lifted tension
for tension’s sake(?)
wondering if you
saw so many
playing birds? hunting birds? play-hunting birds?
(just birds perhaps)
in the real out
side there
only sometime later
sitting on the porch
cold air noticed me
& i remembered
myself
not to forget
the tree swallows
not to forget
to ask you
daniel joseph writes in a fertile river valley. his most recent work can be found or is forthcoming in Moonpark Review, Bruiser, The Heavy Feather Review, Trampoline, and Biscuit Hill.