Christianne Balk


Birds, Converging - Poem by Christianne Balk

Sun salved, we sit on the front porch, careful
when we speak, watching the crows swagger near
the property line, dabbing - what. A nest
of grubs? Ice-wintered berries? New grass shoots?
Such purposeful pecking. They pause, sky-tipped.
Resume their work. Curious, we step close -
a starling twitches at their feet. One eye
gone, the other blinking fast, rib cage open
to the sun as the snow unravels from
our roof, soaking the lawn. Your arm touches mine
and all the words we had this morning fall
away like the empty husks piled under the feeder,
seeds cracked open by the birds, converging.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 6, 2018



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