forster’s tern

with riverbank trees blocking the low summer sun 
the tern surveyed, up and down and around, 
peering around corners of light, looking, 
looking down on the here smooth and shaded Umatilla

            river of recovery

diving now, wings falcon swept,  
it breaks the glass 

not to go deep deep
there is no deep deep here
but just deep enough 
for a snatch of silver

two minutes later it's back
looking, looking.. 
looking..

Today I heard

…a story concerning two men, grandfathers and neighbors, whose friendly rivalry each year over whose tomatoes would ripen first, eventually inspired one of them to stealthily and carefully paint his tomatoes red, while on the vine, just in time.