by Alexa Smith A plump, tan little bird plops onto a berry branch A surprising yellow stripe finishes his tail He is in Oregon during the mid-summer She joins him and touches her bill to his They pass a berry back and forth between their black beaks like tender kisses until she eats it and they start again They begin to gather loose weeds, twigs, and grass Together, they build a nest for the two of them, just until the breeze brings the color change They tend to their nest and nestlings, then all the work is done. She returns to Utah for the winter. Alexa Smith writes autobiographical essays, cultural criticisms, and poetry using her experiences from growing up in Utah, her interdisciplinary academic background, and her travels as muses. Her work has been published in the Kolob Canyon Review and Intern Abroad HQ.
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