A haze hovers around the border of the valley,
smoke trees blazing into bloom, a line of cherry
blushing in between. Pollen lazes on bridges, cars.
A brown thrasher lingers on the gate outside my house
Here I am Here I am haha hahaha
and a nuthatch widens his wings and sways
his ruffled body, warning an uncertain squirrel
from flung crumbs.
Access denied, the squirrel nips across the porch,
acorn husks scattering under bony feet.
Nuthatch and goldfinch reclaim the feeder,
beaks wide, new song rising.
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