Sunbirds

On days when he is stronger, we conjure spirits 
taking our time, finding the right words.


Antelope shimmer through haze. He tries to name them
but his eyes are not good and they are too far away.


There is a house with deep verandahs, a tired garden, 
and a tin roof that sings in the sun.


When the rains come and dirt roads turn to mud
the garden greens and blooms.

Each dawn, the sky, filled with sunbirds.