ESTIVAL SONGS
"Akasha (Radiance)" by Laura Braverman (Watercolor) I. In June, a just-born bird trips headlong from its nesting bed. We feed the barely feathered bird with worms and bits of food stuck at toothpick ends, craft a makeshift nest from a plastic cup. On the windowsill, the fledgling lives. Sings a day or two-then stops. We hear the stories of Beirut deaths. Outside Dunkin' Donuts a man named Ali shoots himself. First, he staples a cedar flag to a record free of crime, then leaves a note in letters large and red: I am not a blasphemer, he writes. It's not suicide that it unholy-, says a familiar song, but hunger
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