Migrants

Dave BontaContemplative

The field sparrow is back— that rising trill spilling from a small, pink beak.

A yellow-bellied sapsucker taps a ring of wells all around the bole of a hickory.

You nap on the porch, ears open to the creek and other migrant tongues.

Learn by heart: tap a gap

The field is back—
that rising trill
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