Border Line - Raphael Block

[Larry Robinson]

Border Line
 
Acorn woodpeckers gather in 
early morning on the bare-limbed oak
calling Jacob, Jacob, Jacob… 
But first comes the sparrow hopping 
through the grass, Queen Anne’s lace hangs 
in the air as I step toward the sloping bushes 
to pluck blackberries—
a bowl of stillness and stealth—
while below, a doe with her young 
dips and crosses over our neighbor’s line—
no questions asked.
 

	- Raphael Block
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