May Day

Fuel leaks out
all over the tarmac
beneath the left wing.
Sandbags. Fire trucks.
Another night
in Austin. Back home
it’s still snowing.

Mexican Free-Tailed

I must revise
my opinion of you. Beautiful—

not terrifying. Tiny and fast and
docile and determined. The calmness

of the Colorado River and Lady Bird
Lake settles as the sun sets.

And we in the boat wait
for you

with your long fingers
and clinging wings to wake. Much chirping

and preparing in the roost before you
emerge from under the Congress

Avenue Bridge to swarm
above the tree line—a 25-mile trek

each way for your nightly
feeding. I must revise.