BIRDMAN:

The Birdman told us stories about lying face down in winter sunrise,
binoculars up to the eyes watching curves cut the sky into poetry.
We logged on to his page & bathed in grey light when we were hot,
a long way from home, a long way from his Island. He connected us
with the images he posted, our spirits raised to find the things he
posted, a beauty in the real world we were too fast to notice.

(K)