That blameless-
ly
fast rushing
blue sky
flash-
flood
of gut-trembling
and heart-
pumping radio—so zealously
catapulted
forth from those
green-
light starved car
windows
jackhammered-down!
careering in celebration
through my
tree punctured street;
just cannot
seem
to reach
out and—animate
my punchy
April mind
quite like the furtive
and
intimate sound—
of one
or two maybe—black
and red-
mantled
woodpeckers'
soft cautious
and easy-
listening pinging
somewhere–off-
hand—
on a neighbor's old evergreen.
