Reunion
A snatch of sound is carried by the wind,
a delicate and solitary note.
There at the end, the pitch just slightly bends;
it rises for an instance as it floats.
So lovely, it is over far too soon -
and then, a second, similar delight!
The chorus brings a lump within the throat.
Then, there! Two darkened shadows block the moon,
seen rising from the lake in tandem flight:
a pair of loons.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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