Initially--
with arms full
heaped with the welted kind
navigating
four steps to greet the bird full sun full yard
1 2 3 4
she tosses & places & drapes the bedding the wool
across the high-green-line
with precision pointed with intent
clothespins circumvent
what will be a stronger wind---
--later--
when the sun trims past noon
she smells the day weaved into every aired piece
moving in reverse
take down
unbound
from the high-green-line
gathered against the buffeting
to place where
it belongs
ordinary things become birdsong
well done
