the junco lighted upon the mulberry having from ravaged nest come to rest no more than a breath from where he sat with his coffee and solemnity
it seemed there was within her frantic cries a discussion worth having
something involving balance a narrative riding the same wave that has tested the ramparts of the heart since dark eyes first blinked against ancient sunrise
we owe what we become to the challenge of loss
palms empty left to focus through some gauze of vacant justification on the expanse between ourselves and promised horizon
it was her sudden silence that brought him around her point made she flew off to start again
rising slowly to put things away he watched her break through the scrim and took a first step into the wilderness
Bio: Fred Whitehead is a Buffalo area poet who has had a blog at fewhitehead.wordpress.com since 2010. He is the author of 7 volumes of poetry. His latest, titled Luna, came out in March of 2016. He is also the host of Dog Ears 4th Friday Poetry Series at Dog Ears Bookstore & Cafe. In his spare time he publishes limited run chapbooks through his Destitute Press.