A young girl’s one arm, faintly freckled as a veery, moving forward while she walks.
And the other pale lily English arm behind her back and tucked into a World Famous knapsack.
She crosses the street in perfect youthful easy-heartedness.
And now I see her hidden arm is withered. Like Richard the third but here in the city!
I want to dance, or laugh, or kiss her:
Just last night I was hiding in the undergrowth
and snitching on a perfect veery
— from Today I did observe a tenderness, by Consair deGooze
Small Birdsongs 