Woodpecker

The woodpecker way,
Needle nosing to uncover what’s hidden,
Not for the sake of idle nosy-ness
But to get through layers
Where necessary nourishment lives,
One feeding the other,
In the movement a transference
Of information,
Though let’s call them spores or a fungal frolic
Dancing to a drilling drum beat
The woodpecker way.

Peace Poems: 2

Last night he tore down
Hard walls enclosing his heart
A frightful storm raged

Listen, says the nightingale,
Grow valor rooted in peace

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