Kasota Ponds Blackbirds



blackbirds flickering murmur

so nervous, can’t perch


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


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.


One comment

  1. candlgustafson@comcast.net · · Reply

    I like the feeling of this solitary place except for the shadowy birds that come with the darkness.

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