Perched on the naked spine
rising from a brown cattail flower
that is swaying in the chilly breeze,
a lingering redwing blackbird calls out.
The broken notes of its summer
song go unanswered.
Out across the marsh,
there is no other sound
but the whispering of rushes
moving against each other.
Monday, November 9, 2009
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