In cold spring air

In cold
          spring air the
white wisp-
          visible
breath of
          a blackbird
singing—
          we don’t know
to un-
          wrap these blind-
folds we
          keep thinking
we are
          seeing through

From Creatures of a Day by Reginald Gibbons. Copyright © 2008 by Reginald Gibbons. Reprinted by permission of LSU Press. All rights reserved.