how the wagtail watches
her
his love,
and alights in a flutter to greet her.
Wings, wings
so quick
one slips into another
under dark skies, heavy air,
where a grandfather
remembering romance
points to you.
セキレイ Sekirei, he says,
and smiles,
but
his young grandsons
are uninterested,
and shouting,
reach into a small, clear bag of bread
to throw pieces at the large carp,
lazing in the river.
