Blue-headed vireo

This entry is part 76 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses

The soft notes
of a blue-headed vireo
lure me away from my desk.

Night’s dust on my glasses
turns to a veil of gauze
in the noon-time sun.

The stench of manure
wafts up from the valley.
The vireo snatches insects from the air.

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