<html><head><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=us-ascii"></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><div dir="auto" style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><p style="margin: 0px 0px 12px; line-height: normal; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;" class=""><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;" class="">Bird Bath</span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 12px; line-height: normal; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;" class=""><span style="font-kerning: none" class="">only this<br class="">
matters: this ecstatic<br class="">
baptism<br class="">
<br class="">
this standing on stick-<br class="">
thin legs where the singing<br class="">
creek pools at the lip<br class="">
of the waterfall<br class="">
<br class="">
only this<br class="">
ruby-feathered<br class="">
chest diving to meet<br class="">
its reflection<br class="">
<br class="">
this beak piercing<br class="">
again and again that quivering<br class="">
surface, these wings half-<br class="">
unfolding, a ruffle<br class="">
<br class="">
of joy guiding rivers<br class="">
of light a tumble<br class="">
of droplets dressed<br class="">
in rainbows along your hidden<br class="">
spine<br class="">
<br class="">
shattering all<br class="">
decorum beneath<br class="">
blue branches in quiet<br class="">
<br class="">
assent. </span></p><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- Elizabeth Reninger</div></div>
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