chirps, moans, whistles
I open my mouth and a sound comes out
Monday, February 4, 2008
look down from the overpass
unbounded by fences or freeways
following the ancestral trails, the deer
with rocking backs, the angled spoons of their ears
predatory traffic takes a few
does not eat them
their splendid bodies lying in the road
unused
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