Departure
Migrant from 4/26/26
These migrants took flight
Nursed on native
milkweed
Through the blue late
summer
Sky above the tree tops
Insect flutters
orange
black-tipped
Wings on stepping stones of air
Leads to a home it never knew
ice
will come and
ice
Will leave again
Through many lives whose movement
Weaves across the continent
Next spring descendants will
return