A Singing Kiskadee
A sea-green field
dotted with white wildflowers—
their tiny petals pearled with dew
cool as the moon—
drop by drop
displaces
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
