By the river, a great smudge of dusky bird
abruptly separates from the oak—
a bald eagle, beating at the breeze.  I break 
into a jog. Where river meets creek 
he wheels, heads north on the
lesser current,
alights upstream. 
I slow my pace.   
Herons spill from the reeds, 
cards peeling off a deck,
rasping as they cut the air.  A pair
of ospreys startle, cree, swoop.  I scurry on 
past cardinals red-flagging the bank 
like words refusing to be blocked — 
faithful so
long as we both—  I veer 
to follow the creek.   That’s when I see,
high in a sycamore, the eagle’s nest— 
I spot his hulk above the knitted sticks. He lifts,
flaunts north— no eagle, but a buzzard, bizarre 
as in a carnival mirror, bamboozling the day 
like an old pipedream.
Wendy
Elizabeth Ingersoll’s book Grace Only Follows won the 2010 National
Federation of Press Women Contest and was a finalist for Drake University’s
2012 Emerging Writer Prize.  Her poems
have appeared in Naugatuck River Review, Passager, Caesura, Controlled Burn, and
received a Pushcart Prize nomination.  She’s a retired piano teacher.
 
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