White-Tailed Kite
Dave Seter

White-Tailed Kite

I suppose it depends on your frame of mind
whether a raptor rowing the air above dairy pasture
resembles a child’s toy or a white-robed savior.
Hunting rodents, the white-tailed kite creates
its own currents. Its wings flicker with purpose
like flame. Wildfire sometimes hunts this hillside,
these grasses, during seasons of drought. But weather
will never deter the kite’s hunger. Every time
I climb this hill lately I see life and death
and the same white-tailed kite persistently searching.
If humankind succumbs en masse to some fatal disease,
who better to take over our rites of worship?
The high beams of oaks grow far more divine
while mere words crumble into rubble.

Dave Seter

has contributed poems to various publications and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Born in Chicago, he has lived on both coasts and currently resides in Sonoma County, California. His chapbook, Night Duty, was published in 2010 by Main Street Rag Publishing Company.