(Dr. Hue returns at the end of July.
Helen is occupied with Julio.
Brian, a man at I met at Felicitous
Coffeehouse, is an avid birder.
We spend Mondays at Lettuce Lake,
a wildlife refuge on the Hillsboro River. 
He is more than my field guide)

filtered light
tangled up
in swampy marsh

palmetto undergrowth
cypress with knees pressed tight
this cloth of wild

where osprey prey,
one young man, one old
hold their breath

hold hands 
watch and listen 
for the Qua Bird

his gutteral call
suddenly silenced
as his vicious
  
beak in fast slash
spears a fish
he swallows whole

a holy act
of true communion