by Howard E Friedman

The ospreys returned this year.

I saw one nesting high in the phone tower 

Readying last year’s nest

For this year’s brood.

From that steel perch

It soared toward the river

While swallows pirouetted above the water,

Ballerinas of the air.

My gaze drifted from osprey to swallows,

From swallows to osprey, 

From last year to today

Connecting earth and sky.

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(Inspired by events at Overpeck Creek, Spring 2023)