Woodpecker One,

early this year,

taps on my copper roof.

Woodpecker Two,

somewhere in the pine,

knocks back.

Woodpecker Three,

triangulates sunrise.

I hear them do this

all spring and never once

see them on Sundays

peck on the wood spire

of the old church down the road.



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