mt washington landrace #8

this is a poem

The Woodpecker

i grew up in the suburbs
where responsible people move for quiet hangovers
and sometimes we would get woodpeckers.

the neighbors would gossip
about the woodpecker. whose yard
it was in, whose sleep was interrupted.

we oughta remove the tree,
one suggested (it was dead) so they did
and the noise was gone for a season.

my oldest (my first) watches tv in my room.
we live in a city with trees and the 
woodpecker interrupts her shows when the

windows are open for mountain air.
thuckathuckathuckathuckathuckthuckthuckthuck
you hear that? she says to me,
ear toward the window now.