A letter to Jim Harrison by Lindsay Pope
. It may be of no surprise to you that the day your book arrived the waxeyes at my feeder were noisier, more nervous and more abundant than usual. On the global face, I live on the lower cheek of the world where the tears fall and turn to ice. So you might not know these little birds. They may have hitched a ride on some seafaring boat and decided to stay. Or perhaps they caught the tail of some