On Meeting Death

Drifting in calm wind
Discovered my jealousy
of pleasure

Sitting in the cold morning calmly on the patio
A woodpecker lands where smoke curls from a metal chimney languidly drifting among the pines
Red colors the cheeks beneath his eye
Smudges of the black border, the red running down the side of his face
He sits low, head close to his body
The spots of his tail disperse, reducing in number in proximity to the head

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