Russell Rowland
Flight Reflex
The Pine Warbler did not warble to beguile my hour of leisure, it enticed a consort to share lines that had fallen for it in pleasant places. My intrusion upon the courtship-in-progress simply relocated it to a further tree. Wings went where the flight reflex dictated. What’s not to understand?-- How often have I abruptly stopped singing, at the sudden appearance of a stranger? |
Seven-time Pushcart Prize nominee Russell Rowland writes from New Hampshire’s Lakes Region, where he has judged high-school Poetry Out Loud competitions. His work appears in Except for Love: New England Poets Inspired by Donald Hall (Encircle Publications), and Covid Spring, Vol. 2 (Hobblebush Books). His latest poetry book, Magnificat, is available from Encircle Publications.