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Nest

Thin branches blacken in the twilight, nest
Now visible against the golden-turquoise west.
Nest balancing at confluence, its linking twigs
Could serve still as a home; could cup in woody twist
Cheeps, chirps, and dawn song; could protect a clan
Of crows or robins from the summer’s frying pan,
From predators and storms. Our winter blizzards past,
Warmth seeping back, it proves its worth, was built to last.
Posted 02/16/16
published in Cathedral and Highrise (Rose Alley Press, 2015)
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