It's Clark Coolidge Thursday!

In Positions is the Matter

That the birds sizzle on the ledge, they are at
their food.

When the wind stirs the twigs, it is seen
that they are of wire.

Are distant mountains merely outlines of a noon.

I open and read the pages by myself.

The summer has been cold, as the saying goes.

Then the pen rises blunt like the moon.

--Clark Coolidge