Hiding in plain sight. (Hmmm: Sight? How can it be Plain?)
The Scarlet Tanager would seem easy to find
with his chick-burr and blurry, hoarse-Robiny song.
But his dark and bright fit right into the summer shadows
of light and dark up there in the canopy.
It’s like the hunt for peace in our times.
It’s there. High up. In the tumult. Almost spotted.
We hear the rhetoric & glimpse the shape of it,
hiding in plain sight?
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