bird of vegas

the bird sung so well they gave her a stint in Vegas

a symphony orchestra a platinum 

bar dome the finest raw 

foods. weekends find her perched 

high in pecking order over raw chia pumpkin seed 

blends drinking oat milk throat coat 

tea couldn’t spot her tail feathers¬†

in a line up   #katyamills

12.seventeen

twelve.17
the winds rose overnight and compelled us all to feel. limbs of sycamores fell into the streets. the cat brought me a headless robin in a mouth full with feathers. i believe i am chosen to be raw. nothing comes easy anymore. i tell my story by words. life has never been so enticing.

third

3

the third was full of frisbees and soaring like a bird. oils were dripping and smoke was rising, the links were hot as hell. when they discovered water in the park bubbling up from a pipe, the kids made ample use of it. everyone and everything within a hundred yards got wet, except the birds. soon it would be labor day and no one wanted to work but i was ready. i felt i could handle just about anything. the full moon was coming. so long as you got out there and under it, illumination was certain.

color it. wild

Burrs in my shoelaces
Pollen in my hair
I saw a great blue heron
By the river there

I moved toward
In wonder

He unfolded
his wings
And flew

Chalky
Color
Kinda
WILD!

Shade a saturation
touch up from the
sky

(Tremendous wingspan
Too)

In our cyberfrenzied age
Thank the merciful gods!
The heron

Still great
Still blue

(you gave me) your word

i said what
you heard
the cat killed
the bird

the sprinklers wave
water wands

they
cross us
in third

i don’t really know
the thumb
told
the toe

decidedly situated
at odds
in
the snow

the bird killed
the cat
now how about
that?

the fingers crossed
toes and the
half

and the
half

had to laugh
having heard just one
third of the
word

you gave me
your word

you said what
i heard now
say…

what good
was that?