Red-winged
blackbirds flickering murmur
so nervous, can’t perch
still
branch to branch
noisy traffic
still light
tracks groan
hollowed out noise
nooses, paper or plastic
blow around
sunset stills
the dark roost gathers
near the ponds
still
not named for Highway 280
or the Santa Fe train.
*My Earth Day poem for my favorite clean-up place, the Kasota Ponds near highway 280 and the BNSF train yards. Midway between the cores of Minneapolis and Saint Paul, the place is the last remaining wetland on the Middle Mississippi Watershed.
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I like the feeling of this solitary place except for the shadowy birds that come with the darkness.