2002/wdpecker

A pair of acorn
woodpeckers
in the palm,
on a morning when
we are fighting,
one much higher up
and out of sight
but I hear their rhythms
answering back
to each other,
so I know,
there are two,
until one –
the one I cannot see,
flies off,
as you just did
in an angry huff
in your car.

3/1/02