I hid the deed:
                                 —would my life end?
   
The grackle called it back again.
   
The grackle then
                                 became   
   
my life. A swan’s neck   
curling to ask   
                               what if   
   
uncurled   
to reach   into the reed,
   
and struck the stone   
of what I did.
   
The grackle called it back again.
   
The grackle called it back again.