Saturday, December 31, 2016


My beloved grew up on Long Island. I spent summers in Northern Minnesota. Loons are different creatures to both of us.

Every summer
We listened to loons
Eerie calls
Watched them dive,
Carry babies
On their backs
Until it was time
To return to the ocean.
They were silent there.
Their feathers changed
So my beloved
Never knew
It was the same bird
I knew
When I grew up.
No eerie calls
No black and white
But dull brown.

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