23 Feb
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I Ask This

keeps-coming-backThe Woodpecker Keeps Returning
by Jane Hirshfield

The woodpecker keeps returning

to drill the house wall.

Put a pie plate over one place, he chooses another.


There is nothing good to eat there:

he has found in the house

a resonant billboard to post his intentions,

his voluble strength as provider.


But where is the female he drums for? Where?


I ask this, who am myself the ruined siding,

the handsome red-capped bird, the missing



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