Post 248: purple martins, King’s market, South America, migration

by Carol Bass

GINA AND THE MARTINS

Martin MIGRATION

72 sparkling white gourds
empty now
dangle from poles
out behind King’s market

Hugo cleans and paints them
in the slow times
between harvests
anticipating
the flocks of martins
and their return
from the Southern Hemisphere

their migration
feels like hope
in the top half of his soul
but a big black rock
wedged deep in the bottom
scratching the edges

whole families
come and go
but he’s here
with his daughter
missing his tribe
cleaning the gourds
loading the cantaloupes

while the martins
on inky-black evenings
flock to tree-covered plazas
to listen and sleep in the world

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