Bowls

Baptist male house finches
Bathe in full immersion,
Carotenoid flushed head

Feathers cherry against
The dun of the body,
The brown of mud puddle.

A trifling morning snow.
A cloud clocked afternoon.
We must clean ourselves.

"It's like milk in a big, big bowl
Or like you crack an egg
But the shells fall in the bowl,"

Explains Sequoia a few
Hours later, finches abed, full bowl
Moon over Orion and Watchman.