by Wendy Hyatt
sun from inside the pool while the early risers acquire coffee
Birds of scavenge swoop softly, marking the only division in the sky.
Arms open, the pose reveals their nature. Brisk. Aware, Lofted.
Self reliant yet beholden to winds.
What are they looking for? What do they see?
The faculty pillars now stand among the ruins of the old party:
a. THE SUN!
b. THEY CALL IT TOWARD THEM, THEY LOVE IT SO MUCH.
c. DOES ITS OWN WILL
d. HAS NO SHAME