Where You Were Headed
A poem.
February 29, 2012
Where You Were Headed
It didn't matter. It was how the pileated woodpecker
听squatted to her belly
听and draped and dipped her neck,
听one side,
听 then the other,
听to her chest
听in a rivulet of melted snow.
听It was how the wind
听 rubbed across the pines
听and the clear melt
听washed down every road rut
听all that afternoon.
听 鈥� Franco Pagnucci