Sacrificial

Why is it this year that the familiar warbler songs sound like dripping blood or fabric being torn? When this afternoon for the first time mosquitoes appear in droves—a month earlier than usual—it feels appropriate that we bleed at least a little.

dusk
in the pond’s dark water
dawn

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