Waxwings

Maybe I should have called this Airplanes or O'Hare.  Or Homage to Bensenville.  Still... I'd rather pay attention to the waxwings, even if they're only in the distance, between airplanes.

We hear the waxwings

In the distance.

They mingle with the airplanes

Coming in to land

On the runway built

On the O’Hare expansion.

It demolished an entire neighborhood.

We saw it die

One house uninhabited

At a time,

Until the neighborhood

Went completely dark.

Now the airplanes

Begin their braking

Over our house.

We still hear the waxwings

In between airplanes.

Early enough

A hummingbird AND a tree full of cedar waxwings.  Who knew there would be such a reward for getting up early this morning?

I got up early enough

To witness the hummingbird

In the bee balm,

My first hummingbird

Of the year.

Then

As if to say

See what you miss

By sleeping later

The mountain ash filled

Momentarily

With cedar waxwings.

Now there is one lone robin

At the very top

Of the mountain ash.

He is

Silent in the sun.