TUESDAY: Autumn Currents

BY JOANNA GALE

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I watch you crane your neck to watch me soar
across valley and rippling land above a farmer’s field

over grasses gone dry where cattle once grazed
over chopped wood of a wood lots deadwood

sticks planted in the crinkled skirts of leaves
fallen before their time this year of drought

you can see it strain their autumn song
become a dirge—almost unheard—wind currents

my wing feathers rustle in cool air
along the receding waters of great lakes

coasting their river’s low flow into the rocky creeks
i watch you drive your golden car sailing

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