The Mating Trill of the Red-Winged

The Mating Trill of the Red-Winged

Out of
the reeds ringing
the edge of the marshy
pond draining slowly into the
harbour

rises
the mating trill
of the red-winged blackbird.
Every now and then one flies up
to perch

and pose
on a ragged
stalk of last year’s cattails,
to flash its bright shoulders briefly
before

the eyes
of everyone—
I’ve been known to wear red
plaid, but in my rough throat all songs
erode.

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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