Ospreys nest their rising dollars upright

search on their own and have no electricity

or heat or car no money

of their own

only my shadow under their right turns

how does the rest of it go

at lunch yesterday with Maria I said

experience is a repeating decimal

and she said well it wasn’t at least

the steady movement out of the body’s slipper

I nap and dream in portrait and landscape

sleep when the baby sleeps and ospreys spin

drifting off their nests grin sly subtleties

blotchy the wing storm-sympathetic

dives slavishly to talon bright scales

coho that twist as they silhouette away

I guess ospreys are tearing people apart too

something is