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Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Living Art


An accipiter may rush through air,
for grouse through thickets impenetrable,
or osprey a morning flounder
a fish cast to thick twig table.
Grasped from ocean bottom sand,
Mollusks opened by sharpened talon,
or alewives from the river seized,
by practiced flight and slight of hand.
Wonder in twos and threes.
Storms of herring mass in water,
before schools of tuna dine,
bulleting mouths apart
adjust herring numbers in dark.
Feather, scale and limb,
fit to the task of living art.
So should I scream or bark?
as I fork apart my morning trout,
or slip it down my gullet wide
then announce with resounding cry,
as a hawk or heron from the sky.
To slide my throat so marvelously.
This precious sip of morning tea.


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