detroit lake
frances quinlan
quick the hawk took the poor thing
you were mid-sentence when i had to interrupt you
two grey stripes flew up out of sight
the other no longer struggling
i cannot hear you laughing up the mountainside
increasingly gruesome in the quiet
miles from all that's between us at stake
algae blooms up in detroit lake
listening for my turn to come next
leave the same as i came in
across the table words fly
underdone they rarely collide
former wells are exhausted
are pigeons ever cannibalistic?"