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Ravens

Saturday, March 24th, 2012

1
Look

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He was already
Driving home from
Taos every few miles a bird
black and black over plunged
the highway ahead  Each time she asked
him its name  That is a raven

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You always say
that she said1

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A week later hands
under hands under
a table she listens neck bent In the grand canyon
I saw two checking out
the landscape riding a thermal
playing People assume human beings

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are the only creatures capable of aesthetic
appreciation The male and female2 I think
have the capability of caring for one
another mate for life

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So many sugar pouches under the leg of our vague wanting to be ravens

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In sleep he has never flown but fallen fallen fallen

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from buildings into sand3
Now she on the other
hand remembers in her stomach how
to lift and dive without

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fear Feathers mark pages in her
books prick her thighs through
thin pockets when she crouches
She stuffs them

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ruffled into bottles shakes them out to check for black
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1.  So start asking about the other
birds
2.  fly touching wings
3.  It doesn’t hurt

1997, winner of the 13 Ways Poetry Contest of the Nieve Roja Review