Flicker calls loudly raps hard
on someone’s tree trying
to pass itself off as a
pileated woodpecker when
anyone who’s been fooled
a hundred times before (me)
will dismiss it with a quick
roll of the eyes, Oh please.
Why try to be something you’re not?
We all do at some point in time.
The poet says longing and not
knowing are signs of growth
even yearning for what we
cannot name. Soon I will be
quite large.
