T rinity River Dear birds building a nest in the dry river, are you expecting to rise up from water surge, from lying by unseen fence and wire as the dam mists up with a heavy horn in a deep bleat. Under hummingbird heart remember an irredeemable dream, wine’s multiplicity, pale splendor of snow. Just beyond touch more letters fold toward the chain-link fence than your flock. What multiplicity of flight, what unlikely life you have made for yourself, little bird, that requires you hide from yourself. Trinity River II It is not symmetry in the glass membrane between glaze of silver mica and the low hum of fire bells, but sun cloud's randomized movement as the pleasure I get a delicate swift orange finch setting smolder a palm tree the top first on the horizon then low to the ground from my angle but at a great height from yours, pollen drifts sipped...