This morning orioles seemed to spark
from every tree: “spots before the eyes”
after restless sleep.
And then the mountains west
blinding with late June snow.
How is that sumo live oak outside
your corner window?
How are those marvelous blond hills
rolling down to the sea?
from Red MavisFind more by Merrill Gilfillan at the library
Copyright © 2014 Merrill Gilfillan
Used with the permission of Flood Editions.