(ode to a woodpecker)
no grubs, beetles or sap
no bark to plunder
no oak in sight
foraging isn’t the issue
spring is
she is high above the houses
on a pole that runs
power between them
almost invisible
she drums her message like a voltage
among the wires
rat-a-tat-tats she is ready
hammers unabashedly I am
open for business
Nice....Spring has sprung out here in Philadelphia too, except my version of the woodpecker is a concert of frogs!
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