A week ago I was her.
Same road. Same camera. Same hope of red-tails.
Today there were a hundred of them.
I was still packing up when she pulled in.
Blue car. Window up.
Camera at the ready.
I put mine down as I drove past.
Heard the same silence she was about to hear.
She'd scan the same branches I scanned last week.
Drive the same road home with nothing.
She just didn't know I'd been her.
That the calling had already happened.
