Tuesday, August 27, 2019

Flare

The birds are causing a ruckus.
Claiming their tree,
calling out their names:
grackle, grackle, robin.
The trees, dark from a long winter
stand out, ragged
against a gray sky.
But at the end of each twig
a single cold, hard flame
of what will be
this year's leaves
flares up.

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