No fixed
A gender
Gone
Gone from
Five to fifty
Gone from
Sparrow song
From callow reed
To plover
In plain sight
The wet line
Disbursed
Of a brood
Receeds
From family
And alarm
A kestrel
Jewels the sky
Hold the twig
Rescue the drowning bat
Which stayed too late
For mosquitoes
Soon this pond
Will echo
Against my ribs
The nature of ice
Expanding
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2014
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