The Form of a Bird

The form of a large bird stands upright in the middle of the plowed field at the edge of the drainage ditch facing the field without moving as I ride my bike to work glancing under a gray sky a brown form in a chaos of brown clods crushing weed stalks and yellow tufts of overturned grass across the expanse fallow for the next apartment development this solitary form has a sharper vision piercing a presence churned up and hedged round in a form of survival and I ride on in shock awake under an inhuman shadow