I don’t mean much . . . just thought I might post something recent.


Barker’s field is stripped today
as walnuts and oaks pound the ground,
suffocating briar’s warren.

A peregrine nest, once hidden
in a dense canopy, scrapes hedge
already piled several hickories high.

A swamp divides like a Red Sea,
exposing another fallen army
of white bass and bullfrogs. A red squirrel

races to the end of a falling ash
but not fast enough. At lunch break,
several workers chuckle through a sandwich
and share their blessing of future travel.

— Todd Sukany 4 April 2014

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