Wednesday, November 27, 2013



unusual bird
furious to free himself
from his hatred
of moral negligence—
he’ll drift home quietly

his ghost
will darken soon enough
and loom
through new snow,
he’ll sit down alone by the river

whittling a root
he’ll say nothing
as the waters
flow—just think, think
of his wedding day

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