Very old poem but I’m not sure when I wrote it. Perhaps 2011, not sure. This was published in a collection. Though the kingfishers looked So beautiful; specks of shocking blue Against the dead green and dark water They chased each other like in love — And you said, “they are us.” But what I saw was food Clenched in a beak and The chase was not love But hunger Their blue so fleeting…
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Published on November 27, 2025 13:55