– Field Note by Justine Kibbe October 16, 2017.

Etched across an autumn sky as if origami art had real wings to fly

The real in you on stalwart stilts, menhaden splash, while a yellow bill tilts

Your deep neck bow amidst swaying grass; often poses a “question mark” – might I ask?

Within sultry fog and scarlet leaves perched upon lichened bark; organdy plumage, ethereal and stark – is that still you?