Some day there will be virtual birds for our yards
just as there are audioclips of our deceased parents
and videos of places that no longer
exist
exist in the sense you can go there
stare up at high windows of buildings centuries old
eat at streetside patios,
touch the the fabris of the woven tablecloths
All of that is gone now
I dreamed of a woodpecker last night
tapping against the side of our house
Bright red and stubborn, it ignored my threats
when I woke, there was no evidence he was ever there
thanks to raincomplex