A Singing Kiskadee

A sea-green field
dotted with white wildflowers—
their tiny petals pearled with dew
cool as the moon—
drop by drop
my rage.

Above the field
in the tallest tree,

a singing Kiskadee
turns her buttery breast
away from the past,
and toward
this moment’s
steady sun
of love.

©Susa Silvermarie 2020

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