after the rain, i stepped outsideand found squirrel waiting for me
on her favorite perch in the cedar tree.
we watched a red-headed woodpecker
swoop down to tap out a message
on a hollow branch. it seemed urgent, but
neither of us could quite make out what he was saying.
the world is so green this time of year, i said.
green is such a hopeful color, squirrel replied.
yes it is, said i, and we were quiet for awhile.
-stacy wills (5/3/2011)
