Summer Warbler: Showano, Wisconsin

Dusk. After love
we walk a teetering balance
of summer twilight.

A tiny
dull-lemon warbler
silhouetted atop a pole

wheezes a melody—
tiny fluff
against sky

blowing wind
into a pipe organ
of passion.

Fragile bones carry
ligaments and musculature,
nearly transparent

yet throbbings of sound
pour through the air,
touch our innermost ears—

almost another lover
moving within, sweet
blood warming again.