I almost said Porchlight Birds, as if confusing
fire with feathers. This is not entirely unlikely.
Take the tanager, for instance. See it once, it leaves a scar.

If you're lucky. It's just as strange standing in a playing field
while the moon enters its own umbra,
like a jar of smoke. Maybe Saturn is drifting off,
like an empty lifeboat. Or a tanager in a steaming pine.

Sometimes the sky is that big, and you're lost on your feet.
The silence sounds like bells, and all that's left to ground you
is a single white bulb on a plain white house, miles away.