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[Two robins weather]
by Lael Ewy

 

Two robins weather

bare branches, eye my kitchen

scraps: red breasts, rich blood.


One goose, high up, swings

an arc above the brown grass,

forms the letter A.


Life persists; geese call,

brusque, a bit angry. Their necks

honk “To be! To be!”


Single, run, roll, roost,

the geese nest, bicker, ignore

our noise, bikes, our cars.


A bike looks oblong

from a distance, eccentric,

off-kilter, human.


A skunk knows better

for not thinking, like us, lost,

rooted, digging grubs.


We hear the wood thrush,

her cries, and think we know her

sorrow in our bones.


Imagine now—kite

cry and glide, the sun behind,

the shadow below.