1.tuesday morningsunbird sang spring – and westill deep bundledin winter sleep stumbledout the househalf-rememberinghis song. 2.on my desk between potted plantsand two birdhouses storm-downedand in for repair – amidst pencilsand paintbrush and candle and river stones –six ants are carrying off the wingof a larger, now clearly flightless, insect – i sip of my waterreplace…