“A magpie, seeing some light-colored object conspicuous on the empty slope, flew closer to look. but all that lay there was a splintered peg and a twisted length of wire.”
“Memory is a magpie after chips of colored glass and ribbon rather than the upright accuracy of objective sequence.”
“I leaned closer to look at it, at all those empty squares that represented the days of summer ahead.”
“The crow flew closer, as if to hear its praises.”
“She looked, and a scarlet butterfly flew away from her, away down the length of the tower, and then another, another, an unraveling scarf of butterflies like winged blood.”
“I'm pretty much looking for beauty all the time. It just seems like some days the light is better to see it.”