Where the Sky Is

From the March 1994 Print Edition

Not that light falls unbrokenlike snow falling on snowbut that the sky flies openlike an eye. Today, an astonishmentof blue and one gray scissortailwho is sharpening his passionfor heights. When did motion becomeinvisible? Faster than my retinacan think wingblur this ribbonof plumage, this . . . . Continue Reading »