When the Background Breaks (in progress, just notes really)

Step out into crisp
End of winter air
Wearing only jeans, 
A hoody,
And trail shoes,
The birds are back.

I traverse the lawn
to the stump at the bluff,
never looking down
but out at the horizon.

I get to the stump
and feel my foot loose
in the shoe.

A lone cormorant
catches my eye
as I lift my foot
to the stump.

Crossing one lace
Over another
while watching
the swimmer
diving for breakfast
I fumble the knot.

Looking down
I watch my fingers
work properly
not taking a lot
of time once the task
got my attention
rather than the bird.

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