At night coyotes comb the Bronx
for careless strays. In Harlem
backward-kneed blue herons slurp
baby turtles in the algaeic shallows
of a concrete pond. I turn to you
baby turtles in the algaeic shallows
of a concrete pond. I turn to you
and say, I’m not adapting.
You say, listen to the presentation.
Pet the beaver pelt the park ranger’s laid out.
You say, listen to the presentation.
Pet the beaver pelt the park ranger’s laid out.
