all the questions
seem like good ones now —
starlings by the treeful
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all the questions
seem like good ones now —
starlings by the treeful
house sparrows
side by side in a shadow —
no secrets stay kept
when we’re apart
my mind fills in your voice —
come closer, will you?
dark sky, black branches —
the screech owl lets us know
she was here first
lingering heat
like a weighted blanket —
only the birds move
when the land we stand on
has only ever been stolen —
where does freedom live?
rudbeckia seeds
last season’s supernova —
we make our own light
pandemic summer —
I practice smiling
with my eyes
thunder’s slow growl —
the trees turn their backs
thirsty but proud
hoagies for dinner —
no one left to ask me
how long a roll I want
sun-saturated
goldfinches above the field
flexing level changes
after the climb
the view of the long valley
and the next hill
maybe a tulip bed?
we cast our lines
into the future
settling in at dusk
heedless of their pull on us —
red-tailed hawks
a doe and her fawns —
she picks through the gardens
explaining choices
great blue heron
casually flaunting its prowess
on one leg
clouds and their shadows —
I feel your feelings
over here
Eastern Kingbird
snatching her meal from the air
with dizzying ease
fireflies and lovers
lighting the way
for each other
apple pancakes —
I make my father’s specialty
for my son
air like a damp towel —
the storm pulls up a chair
and decides to stay
uprooting
the last of the poison ivy —
we think ahead to fall
tree swallows —
swooping back in wide circles
just because they can
drifting downriver
my hand dangling overboard —
summer lets down her hair
knowing from the song
just who’s come to call —
red-winged blackbird
forged in fire —
the familiar feeling
of fighting back hope
statues coming down
as fireworks explode —
sparks in search of fuel
aspen leaves
toying with the wind —
my fingers in her hair
grandmothers and toddlers
walking in sun-warmed water —
the bay at low tide
busy robins
announcing themselves
to a purple sky