Sunday, March 9, 2014

9 March 2014


dawn is not empty
from dark some voice calls
once a mountain lion
bird, fox, burrower
toes a rim’s hole

vultures possess
both sound & sight of dying
round & round
half dozen
all day to pick a fox clean

winter willow
some hundred corns
lapwings slack with sleep
shiftings, shrieks

owl patrol
a street leathered with toad
rodents geyser sand
toxins transform
substrate to columbarium

round & round
the kettle of ten o’clock
slick of snail
glade salted with empty shell
fell & foul

once lustrous tail fur tagged
fungus of hide
bared from tips to torso
range a daylong stride
ivory bones

dusted thorns
dawn a dark discovers

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