Part map, part travelogue, part chronicle, part autobiography, Never-Ending Birds explores a variety of landscapes from Midwestern villages to the boroughs of big cities. Steeped in story--divorce, loss, raising a child, uncovering old worlds and new loves--these poems are gracefully lived in, lived through, with mystery and beauty.from "Never-Ending Birds":That's us pointing to the clouds. Those are cloudsof birds, now we see, one whole cloud of birds.There we are, pointing out the car windows.October. Gray-blue-white olio of birds.Never-ending birds, you called the first time--years we say it, the three of us, anytwo of us, one of those just endearments.Apt clarities. Kiss on the lips of hope.