"Akasha (Radiance)" by Laura Braverman (Watercolor)
I.
In June, a just-born bird trips headlong from its nesting bed.
We feed the barely feathered bird with worms and bits of food stuck
at toothpick ends, craft a makeshift nest from a plastic cup.
On the windowsill, the fledgling lives. Sings a day or two-then stops.
We hear