Good
morning, good
morning—how are we
doing? This
morning, the part
of god
will be performed
by
that starling—
iridescent, gold-
flecked,
under the cognac-
yellow spotlight
of sun
that's been tenderly shaving
down last night's
stubble of
show showers—watch him
flutter
down now, to begin
our production
from first-position—on top
of the back-
alley line transformer
to peck a bit
at a glistening
peach pit in the wet gutter.
