An eagle watches
with butterfly wingbeats
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Morning eyes, soft startled
thoughts of the near but not quite
comical anxiety of dreams.
Sudden cliffs, broken antlers
and so much roadkill.
I remember my wings.
They were heavy.
My shoulders were weak.
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Snow; at times mixed
with rain. Wind warning in effect.
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The landscape erases all trace of self
leaves me standing on the face of the earth.
Loneliness, the last thought before
the impossibility of loneliness.
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In the archeology lab we read
soil samples through a microscope. Among
300 year old husks, a raspberry seed.
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“a tangle of long dead root and branches… wedged between wooden limbs, a moose antler…”
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