early one morning the resident roadrunner’s
honking joined a visiting goldfinch
working a well-practiced tune
one was performing accomplished octaves
while the other’s beak seemed to snap
and mangle the air
if you asked me who grabbed my attention
the most I’m not sure I could answer
except to say I think I’ve detected what
happens long before this moment
God drops a glistening nugget from
His private mines into every living thing